It started out like any other normal day. I woke-up, I looked at the clock, I brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom, ate some breakfast and drank some coffee.
And from there the normal day ended.
Because after those things, we loaded up our station wagon with all of the things we own that are not somewhere on a truck, drove away from our rental home in Tennessee and became homeless vagabonds, headed to Alaska for a whole new life.
It felt exactly that epic in the moment. And then we started driving and the epic-ness kind of stopped there, and was replaced by things like trying to keep my kids from fighting in the car and taking a bathroom break at a gas station in Missouri.
But here we are in Kansas — five states and about a 12 hour travel day after stops that I’ll talk about in a second. We camped at Clinton Lake State Park, a nice campground that could do a better job cleaning their bathrooms.
So what did that day look like? Here’s snapshot: