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The view from our new home!
Only I can take a blog topic about a move and the truck breaking down and turn it into a tale about how much love I have for my cowboy. Forever when I look back on our move from Montana to Wyoming, it will be, in my mind, one of those times in which I knew and felt the love we share with each other. 

There are so many last many things which need to be done when planning a big move. We, of course, put off having our son's name legally changed until the day before we were to move. He has held our last name since he was four, but legally changing it wasn't something we ever felt pressured to get accomplished, until we decided to move, knowing it might be an issue in the new school. After placing an ad in the paper for the allotted time, just in case someone out there wanted to contest it, cowboy and son stood in front of the judge and it was made legal what had always been. Unfortunately what we thought would be an hour wait ended up being most of the day, as we were last on the list! There were hearings for drug charges, divorces, and a myriad of other things we had to wait through. My son got to see first hand where poor life choices can lead and we had a lively discussion at lunch and on the way home regarding making good decisions in life. I do not believe all the talking in the world we have done over the course of a life time has done as much as one day of court watching. I've decided it should be mandatory for all teens to sit through a day at district court!

The long court hearing and the incessant rain the week of the move, put us a day behind. Add to that, I lost the battle of Uhaul vs moving like "hill billies", it was soon discovered the trailer was not big enough for all our stuff. The trailer was about 3/4 full when this was announced and after I had a complete melt down (you know....where crying red tomato eyes and blotchy skin was the aftermath!), we had to decide what things we could not live without for the next few weeks until we could make another load. This would have been handy to have know earlier as much of the stuff already loaded was not of significance! 


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How building sides is cheaper and easier than a UHAUL is beyond me!
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Helpers!
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At least it's sturdy...I suggested going all the way and writing "Hill Billy Movers, Inc." in hot pink
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Loading and tarping! The tarp shredded in miles and we had to buy a new one later!
After everything we could possibly fit on the trailer and in the back of the pickup was all loaded, we had to say a few goodbyes and then head out! I have to admit something... It felt as if I was being paroled from prison. I've never been to prison so I cannot definitively say what that would feel like, but it was the strongest emotion I have ever experienced. 

Years ago, the cowboy and I made the decision to remain in Montana to raise our children on his family's farm, knowing and accepting it was not a good fit for me. I won't go into the circumstances which made me feel un-welcomed and out of place, but will only say my 13 years in beautiful Paradise was a time of learning, growth, and refining. I will also say that with the bitter always comes some sweet. Experiencing the beautiful friendships and relationships I had will never be regretted or forgotten. Raising my children in a beautiful rugged land was a blessing despite the struggles. Heading out the driveway, I felt like Seth and I were finally going toward a family of our own... much of what is experienced when a couple first gets married. I was hiding my giddiness out of respect for my children, who have found aspects of this move very difficult!. 

Wouldn't you know it, an hour into our trip, the truck decided to go wonkers!? When it would hit a bump it, the front tires would shake uncontrollably and that cowboy of mine had to fight to keep it on the road. The wind kicked up and blew apart the back of my china cabinet, glass flying every where. I prayed this wasn't a sign to turn around! ;) I didn't blink an eye when my cabinet blew to pieces! I had already had my one allotted moving break down and it's just a cabinet right? (though that would not have happened in a UHAUL, right!?) We found a place to drop the trailer and headed to the nearest auto parts store. After climbing under the rig, we could see the issue. The track bar? was broken and needed to be replaced. Looked simple enough. Of course wanting to be handy I began googling and you tubing directions on how this could best be done and which parts to buy. Of course all these online tutorials made it look easy peasy! That wobbling the fellas experienced even has a name ... The WOBBLE OF DEATH! Yikes!

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This bar hanging down broke off on one side
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The guys are big enough to help dad out now!
Hours and hours passed. Tensions were getting high, but we all persevered! We were all dirty and covered in grease. The sky looked as if it was threatening to rain on us. How much worse could things get? The bolt which holds the part in place would not shake lose, no matter what we tried! Short of heating it, which we were fearful to do (the last thing we needed was a fire), we were at a loss. We bent and broke numerous clamps and parts along the way. Finally the cowboy decided he needed a "real" clamp and headed to Pacific Steel and Freight. He  returned with the biggest clamp I had ever seen!
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The bent clamp with the lifetime warranty
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The broken clamp next to the new industrial strength one!
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This was the needed tool!
Eight hours after we left Paradise, the bolt finally broke lose! My cowboy and sons let out a shout...whooping and hollering! SUCCESS! Im proud of us! We didn't have one argument or heated moment. Though I was tempted to say "A Uhaul would have been cheaper and easier" I refrained. This is the point where I say why this is about marriage and family... ready? This is a testament of where we are at after 13 years of marriage! lol! Lesser issues in the past would have had him silent and me fussing to no end! Together, we were focused, knowing we were on the right path, and this 8 hour speed bump was just a small moment. It was a moment for us to work together as a family to solve a problem and experience failures and success'. 
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A smile for getting it done! That's cowboy jr!
While the guys got the trailer hooked back on, I made a run with the other kids, having met up with my Mama, for noodles from the local Oriental Noodle place! What a treat it was to have one last meal in Montana with my mom! Never has food tasted so good. We got takeout and fortune cookies for the guys, and I won't repeat in polite company how hungry they claimed they were! 

This is it... these are the moments we experience in life. This is OUR family. Our love for one another created this. It holds us together through rough times and lovely moments. It is what we have spent 13 years fighting, bending, molding and morphing in to. As I drove into Star Valley, following that cowboy of mine, I knew I would still, after all these years, follow that man anywhere. After over 20 hours in the car, a break down, driving through the night, sleeping a few hours at a rest stop in the middle of no where, I was thankful for all the experiences which led us to greeting a new sunrise and morning in our new home. 
 


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06/23/2012 11:21

like your blog. I can't tell you how many car,pickup what evr I was driving,as I made the trip from Texas where I followed my Hubby back to S.Dak via Colo. a brother to WYO my sister to home in the Black Hills of So.Dak.....I stillmakr the drive every July..but now more time in WYO as all parents gone, one still here but not in mind..the A...Happy Trails in WYO

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06/23/2012 11:28

Hi Kathyrn! I am so glad you are enjoying the blog! Wow all the way to Texas? That is quite a hall! Thanks for the well wishes!!! <3

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