The Big Move

The time finally came for our big move to Canada. With very mixed emotions, we packed up all of our stuff and left Utah on June 21, 2010.

We had many good-bye/last chance get-togethers:
*A trip to the Homestead with my family

*A boating trip with my K-1 roommate friends

A super warm day - can't you tell?

*Going out to breakfast with my aerobics friends

*Jill and Hanna had their school friends over for an evening with lots of laughter and screaming

*A quality dinner with MC basketball friends (Crosbies, Stewarts, and lots of MC basketball girls)

*A hot dog roast with the Summers at the river bottoms in Paradise

Bonnie Summers & Lucy roasting marshmallows

We were given many going away gifts (which were totally a surprise) such as an
afghan, cowboy quilt & pillow, tons of treats and coloring books for our trip. THANKS!!

We had lots of help to pack and clean, and by noon our horse trailer and Buck & Martha's horse trailer were loaded with no room to spare and we were ready to roll. My van was also packed to the roof.

Packing/cleaning crew (part of them)

We left a little room for Carly in the van

The trucks & trailers (our version of U-Haul)

We had an exciting trip to Canada.

First, Grandpa Buck got pulled over for speeding in a construction zone because his truck has no speedometer, which was so ironic because his truck doesn't go over 55 mph, so we enjoyed a slow version of our trip north.

We stayed the night in Dillon, Montana and enjoyed swimming and Pizza Hut.

The next day Grandma Nunn was helping Kaden (Sarah's son who came with Grandpa & Grandma) get a blue raspberry slushie when the machine splurted blue sticky all over her and the floor. Later that day she was standing next to the truck when Carly kicked a black cherry shasta can off the truck that exploded right by her.

When we were almost to Cutbank, Montana, we hit a rain and hail storm like I have never seen. It was really coming down. It was scarey to drive in. The poor dog, Roxie, was in the back of the truck and was drenched.

A picture Jill took during the storm - we were following Austin.

We finally made it to the border.

We had to stop at the U.S. side to export our vehicles (a complete story by itself, since we only realized a few days before we left that we needed to complete the paperwork for this - thanks to a few tender mercies and a day of tracking down paperwork, we got it sent in on time).

I was totally shaking as I handed Officer Bugg ( a stout, African American border patrolman) our paperwork. Luckily, no problems and done in just a few minutes.

Then to the Canadian Border. The two border patrol workers were angels with guns (Austin called them). One lady was from Buck & Martha's old ward and one from their new ward. They were helpful, kind and professional. They said we were well-organized and prepared with all of our paperwork. A little more than an hour later, we were Canadians.

As soon as we got to Grandpa & Grandma's house, Hanna said, "I want to go home."