The Move

The physical move from Dallas was every bit the logistical headache you might expect, with a healthy dose of interstate highway drama thrown in.

The rough plan went like this:

1. My recently acquired Ford F150, purchased in Dallas, is to be put on a car hauler and delivered from Dallas to Seattle sometime in mid March to ensure that I actually have a vehicle on hand when Sam and I arrive the next month

2. I drive a moving truck (22 foot Penske) with some of our stuff, including all the breakable items, sometime in mid-April, with Sam riding shotgun

3. Simmons and Katie (and the two dogs) drive her car, with a small UHaul trailer sometime in mid-May

4. Our Airstream is to be delivered to our property -- no way I'm pulling that beast -- in late April (one week after Sam and I arrive in step 1)




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