The Great Escape...scene 1

D'man's Great Escape 2010 has officially began.
We are currently all nestled in, enjoying the Montana landscape.
We just stopped  for gas...as if there isn't plenty in the R.V.... with 4 boys aboard!!
I actually needed a little fresh air.
Toxic is a word that comes to mind.
S-girl and I ran into the gas station to the "ladies room".
Call me crazy, but I'm not fond of sitting on the minuscule toilet that resides in our R.V.
Especially when  in motion. 
While the R.V. is a ride...it is definitely NOT a smooth ride.
Seriously, if I closed my eyes and played "let's imagine", I'd be riding in a horse drawn covered wagon.
Did I mention, when I opened our subway sandwiches, raspberry vinaigrette dressing exploded all over my pants, with the majority of it landing front and center..if you know what I mean.
Why did I ever think I could get away with bringing one pair of comfy travel pants?
For about the past 40 minutes, L-boy has been half heartedly whimpering and whining from his car seat.
The other children seem to be frozen, staring glassy eyed at the T.V. screen.
Apparently, unable to muster the strength to help their poor little brother.
I'm sure I'll have to crawl out from "the cave" and go back and soothe his sad soul.
I might add that we just passed a huge bill board advertising the "Testicle Festival".
I'm not even gonna to try and imagine what that is all about.
I think it has something to do with sheep?  I'm hoping anyway.
I thought I'd add a few photos, so you could really appreciate our current surroundings.

I am continuously thanking my saintly husband for this little set up.
Bless you, my darling dear.
And yes, the towel is to curb the massive screen shake. 
Did I mention, it is not a smooth ride?

I refer to the front seat area as the cave.
You seriously have to "crawl down in" to get to it from the back.
Please notice the sheep skin seat covers.
They came free with the R.V.
If I let my mind wander...it really grosses me out.
So, I don't let it wander.

D-man was a super hero and installed a new C.D./ipod player.
Oh, and Jack Bauer never disappoints.
And because we have a number of "24's" in this rig.
I'm thankful.

This one is for our worried mothers.
This baby will only go 60!
Tops!!

Have I mentioned my dear sister, Jenny, before?
She manages to do something like this for just about all of our excursions.
This bag is chock full o' goodness.
Candy, his and her band-aids, kids travel games, coloring books, and pool floats.
Everybody needs an Aunt Jenny.
And, NO, she doesn't pay our dental bills.

L-boy enjoys a good "Grandma baked" ginger snap with a side of fries.
We are really healthy around here.
I brought out the brussel sprouts and asparagus for dessert.
And I never lie.
Looks like he's leaving a little "snack for later" on his shirt!

The carpeted ceiling truly contributes to the "cave like" feel.
Why?
Why is there carpet on the ceiling?
We will never know the answer to that question.

True story.

I'm very claustrophobic.

I got stuck in the dryer at my grandma's house when I was just a wee one.

She was out gardening, for what seemed like a lifetime, before she stumbled across me in the dryer.

I'm sure it was just a matter of minutes.

But, it felt like a life time.

I share all of this because, every once in a while, I find myself breathing rapidly..

scratching at my throat, on the verge of a panic attack.

And suddenly I'm back in my grandma's dryer.

I'm not sure what it is.

But could it possibly be that the cab of our little truck is completely engulfed.

I feel at times like we are going to be crushed under our own weight.

Can you see it.

The bed above the cab literally hangs over the sides and front by about a foot and a half.

I often fight the urge to duck as I am sitting in the front seat.

But other than that, I'm as happy as a clam.

We are on VACATION for Pete's sake.

And I'm with the people I love the most.

I am truly blessed.

P.S.  I installed the twitter widget over on the right side of the screen.

Because, I know it  is exactly how you want to spend your time.

Reading my vacations tweets!