It was 6 a.m. on Wednesday morning.  Our car was packed (literally. I could not see out the windows ) and we were leaving my home state of Texas for good.  We said our goodbyes to my family and headed west.  Thus began our thirty eight hour trip in the car.  Blake slept for the first part and then we started taking shifts.  The drive went pretty smooth until around 5 a.m when neither of us could stay awake even with the help of energy drinks and coffee. We decided to try and catch a nap in a parking lot only to be woke up by the security guard fifteen minutes later. I decided to walk over to the nearby diner and refuel with coffee once more. West. West. West.  The rest of the drive went easy and B and I had fun laughing and talking and generally feeling quite delirious. We finally pulled into Portland and made it to B’s big brother’s house. Welcome home to Portland, adventures await. Four years later and we are revisiting the idea of family that travels together and documenting the process, good and bad. We are now toting along a two year old named Henry who is our greatest adventure so far. Read and laugh with us as we share our lives with you.