Goodbye Utah, Hello Tennessee

The long awaited day has come!  We moved out of the bubble known as Happy Valley, Utah County.  Cory and I had been talking about it and planning for it for so long that it was a little surreal when it actually came.  We packed everything up, bought some good furniture on KSL and loaded up our Penske truck.  It was bittersweet as we looked forward to a new chapter in Memphis, but had to say goodbye to friends, family, and memories in Provo.  I know that Cory was sad that we were leaving right as Jake and Anna are starting their married life together.  I didn't mind...but Cory was sad.  Just kidding.  I am really really really really really really going to miss Jake.  He was great to have around packing that truck.

We had our white Mazda on a trailer attached to the truck, ready to be towed.  

Cory did a great job of supervising as we loaded the truck.  

Here is the team on the eve of departure.  We had Trucker Buzz, with her horse trailer expertise in the Penske, Cory on baby duty, and me in the black Mazda.

Before we left Provo, though, we stopped by Provo High School, where Anna is the new dance teacher, and checked out the dance room and her office.  I'm sure Anna was surprised to see the raw talent I unleashed in the studio.  Not a single ounce of training, people.  I know its hard to believe.

I call this move, "Leaping Gazelle"

Once the fun and games were over it was time to drive!  We drove the first day through Utah, right across Colorado, and stopped for the night in Colby, Kansas.  Thankfully these billboards were along the road or else I would have driven right through breakfast, lunch, and dinner!

The second day we crossed the smelly plains of Kansas, and then headed south into Oklahoma.  From there we headed east into Arkansas and stopped for the night in Little Rock.  The day consisted mostly of insane wind gusts, turnpikes, and toll booths.  

We didn't know it at the time, but Cory would accidentally throw away her driver's license and debit card at the motel in Little Rock.  Bummer, but in the morning it was just a quick two hours to Memphis, which was nice after back to back 14 hour days.

We had the grand idea to get out and take a picture at the Tennessee sign that we assumed would be alongside the road.  The only problem with that idea was the state line is the Mississippi River, so the sign was on the bridge, but the ever nimble Buzz was able to snap a picture as she drove underneath.

We are officially in Tennessee!