Our adventure has begun. Though I suppose an argument could be made that our adventure began when we first conceived of living on a school bus on July 10th. Or perhaps when The Big Blue Bus first rolled into town on July 14th. Or maybe when we moved out of our house on July 29th. But yesterday we actually moved our family onto the bus and departed Tampa, Florida on our way for Alaska.
However you measure it, our adventure is underway. Last night was our first on the bus. We stayed in a rest stop parking lot for a few hours. We turned off the generator because it’s so loud, but it got hot and muggy. By 3am we were too uncomfortable to sleep and so Jake turned on the generator and started to drive north. Once the bus cooled down, he pulled over again and caught a few more zzzs. We’re looking forward to cooler temperatures as we move north. But not too cool please.
Our goal is to get to Alaska – soon. We hope to have a little time to visit and finish work on the inside of the bus and then LEAVE before snow flies. Jake has already done some carpentry work to the interior and there is a place for us to sit and sleep, but we are also surrounded by a lot of stuff that we’ll offload in Alaska before we start our journey south. In my mind September 23rd is another start date – the date we leave Alaska with a fully finished bus and begin our trek south to San Diego, by way of a leisurely drive down the Pacific coast.
Currently we’re rolling through Georgia. There are more highway patrolman in Georgia than we’ve seen anywhere else, although we may be a little sensitive about policeman right now. A few hours into our journey this morning The Big Blue Bus was pulled over. Three police cars all in a row behind us. Not for speeding (or to tell us how cool our bus is) but for impeding the flow of traffic. According to posted signs, the minimum speed was 40mph. Jake was cruising along at 50-55mph. (The Big Blue Bus doesn’t like to run.) Three lanes of highway and according to the police man, we were still going to slow. They made Jake get out of the bus and everything. Not sure what they thought was going on, but as one friend commented, they probably referred to us as “damn hippies” and thought we were up to no good. Which makes me laugh considering it couldn’t be farther than the truth. Although we do resemble the Grapes of Wrath a bit right now. At least the Veggie Tales version.
Thankfully we didn’t get a ticket and we’re proceeding on to Atlanta where Jacob will visit one of his friends from school. One of the perks of attending an online high school is that he has friends all over the world.
If you remember, keep us in your prayers. We could definitely use them. Almost 500 miles down, 4500 to go to Alaska.