It's been established that I am not a morning person. Wade can attest to this when the job falls to him to awaken me for 9:00 church. I have been blessed with children who are not early birds as well, and in the perfect world this is an ideal situation.
However, in my perfect world, I have a ripped and toned body that can cross a 5k in under 25 minutes and can qualify for Boston. I'm far from this dream, but I'm trying to get my body on board. And so I've found a few friends with the same goals and we're trying to get there together. But that means that exercising has to come when we can all do it.
After factoring in husband work schedules, kids and babysitters, husbands in school and in scouts and everything else, our exercising schedule looks a little like this:
Monday: Swim at 5:45 am. Track intervals at 9:30 am (because we can bring our kids and let them run around).
Tuesday: Tempo (faster than normal) run of between 3 and 8 miles starting at 6-6:30 and lasting a half hour to an hour and a half, depending on the mileage.
Wednesday: Swimming at 5:45 am.
Thursday: Road Biking at 6:30 am. 1 hour
Friday: Long run of between 6 and 12 miles. Starting at 6 am or earlier, depending on the mileage.
Saturday: Mountain Biking at 7 am.
This means that I don't sleep in...ever. I really miss sleeping in. Waking up when I hear the first rustle from Aunika. Or Josh comes in. Today, Aunika didn't even wake up until 8:45 and Josh, I had to wake up at 9:20 to go to the track. That would've been perfect sleep time, except for that I'd been up since 5:30.
And it'd all be fine except for that my body does not want to go to sleep before midnight. And the biggest problem I have is that I hate my alarm clock and so I wake up at least once an hour to see how much time I have left before it's suppose to go off. The last two hours practically every night, I'm awake almost every 15 minutes. It's this weird anxiety that I'm going to oversleep, or that my alarm will go off and scare me.
So it doesn't really matter that both kids are incredible sleepers, because I'm not. And so in addition to this crazy training schedule I have going on, I'm also trying to do it on minimal amounts of sleep.
Which means, it's 9:30...is it too early for a nap?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
My Father, the Car Enthusiast
Thursday at Toastmasters, I got to evaluate my dad's speech. He gave an interesting speech on the different cars he's driven over the years.
I had no idea he was so fascinated with cars.
He commented on his Fiat he had before my brother wrecked it. Even said that after he paid $1600 f0r a new paint job and his son crashed it that "oh well. Life goes on." I, of course, set the record straight by commenting during my evaluation that while "life went on, I had only seen my father cry twice the entire time I was growing up and that was ocassion number one."
He also mentioned the blue minivan we drove around in forever, saying that it "fit his family of seven very comfortably." I'm not sure which family he was referring to because there were only five of us. I think that my parents got it to separate the three of us before one of us was killed at the hands of another. It was also nice so that we could bring a friend along on occassion too witness our sibling love.
He spent some time describing his first car, a 1957 Pontiac that his uncle had given him. In all of my 28 years, I don't recall him talking about a 1957 Pontiac given to him by his uncle. However, upon furthering questioning with my mom, I realize the 1957 Pontiace was in fact "Fat Mertle" that is referenced on occassion. I had no idea that he received it from his Uncle when he was 16. I thought that was pretty cool.
Another new tidbit mentioned in his speech was that he went to work one summer for a guy specifically because he had a (some famous year) corvette. To this day, he still seems in awe of it.
The best part of the speech came when he mentioned the car he now drives. I had no idea my dad was such a car enthusiast because he readily admits that he bought his last car based solely on color. And, Thursday night, he told everyone just so. He said that he marched onto a lot and told them that he was looking for a new car based on it's shape and color. He left with a bright yellow Mazda 6, which I can see from the freeway when I drive by his work. It's assurance that he's where he says he is. I always just figured that he didn't know anything about cars. But, turns out he knows quite a bit. Just in his old age, he doesn't care much above shape and color.
I stood up and gave a great evalution that, of course, led to evaluator of the night. Oh yeah! Five for five, baby.
I had no idea he was so fascinated with cars.
He commented on his Fiat he had before my brother wrecked it. Even said that after he paid $1600 f0r a new paint job and his son crashed it that "oh well. Life goes on." I, of course, set the record straight by commenting during my evaluation that while "life went on, I had only seen my father cry twice the entire time I was growing up and that was ocassion number one."
He also mentioned the blue minivan we drove around in forever, saying that it "fit his family of seven very comfortably." I'm not sure which family he was referring to because there were only five of us. I think that my parents got it to separate the three of us before one of us was killed at the hands of another. It was also nice so that we could bring a friend along on occassion too witness our sibling love.
He spent some time describing his first car, a 1957 Pontiac that his uncle had given him. In all of my 28 years, I don't recall him talking about a 1957 Pontiac given to him by his uncle. However, upon furthering questioning with my mom, I realize the 1957 Pontiace was in fact "Fat Mertle" that is referenced on occassion. I had no idea that he received it from his Uncle when he was 16. I thought that was pretty cool.
Another new tidbit mentioned in his speech was that he went to work one summer for a guy specifically because he had a (some famous year) corvette. To this day, he still seems in awe of it.
The best part of the speech came when he mentioned the car he now drives. I had no idea my dad was such a car enthusiast because he readily admits that he bought his last car based solely on color. And, Thursday night, he told everyone just so. He said that he marched onto a lot and told them that he was looking for a new car based on it's shape and color. He left with a bright yellow Mazda 6, which I can see from the freeway when I drive by his work. It's assurance that he's where he says he is. I always just figured that he didn't know anything about cars. But, turns out he knows quite a bit. Just in his old age, he doesn't care much above shape and color.
I stood up and gave a great evalution that, of course, led to evaluator of the night. Oh yeah! Five for five, baby.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Father's Day
Father's Day falls at the end of a very hectic eight week period during the year. It all begins with Josh's birthday on April 25, followed shortly by my birthday on May 1, Mother's Day the second Sunday of May, Wade's birthday on May 20, and our Anniversary on June 15. Clearly, we didn't plan this all out very well, did we?
And so Father's Day sorta gets the short end of the stick every year. I have a hard enough time trying to find a good present for Wade's birthday and so usually by Father's Day, it's a card. But this year, I decided to combine our anniversary gift and Father's Day gift by splurging on a gas grill.
I have spent the last seven years looking out the window at neighbors who have been barbequing on nice grills. A few years ago, I got a small charcoal grill that was more a hassle than it was worth. It took forever for the coals to heat up and even longer to cook on. So we rarely brought it out. It was only $8 at Wal-mart so it wasn't a huge financial investment. But every year, my cooking magazines (yes, I have a subscription to a few. I'll give you a moment to pick your jaws up off the floor....okay, are you back?) spend all their summer issues talking about the benefits of grilling. And I was jealous.
So this year, I got the quintessential Father's Day gift, coupled with a great anniversary gift, for Wade. I had to pack the kids up and drive into Salt Lake to pick it up on Monday. Then I had to load it up in the back of the car and drive it home, but I had to take the legs off to fit the kids back in (though the thought to leave them behind did momentarily cross my mind. Kidding. Maybe.)
And it's been great. I've used it twice already this week.
But all kidding aside, Wade's a great father. Especially on Sundays. Because my standard day consists of grumbling out of bed, getting ready, stumbling to church, wriggling through three hours of meetings, stumbling back home, grabbing the first thing I can find to eat and climbing back into bed. Even on Father's Day. And Wade doesn't ever complain. He entertains the kids while I get my (very necessary for my function for the rest of the week) nap. He feeds Aunika every morning while I exercise. He doesn't complain about my twice monthly 5ks. And he does this all while working 40+ hours a week, going to school two nights a week, finishing the basement and being scoutmaster.
He's much more patient than I am with Josh and can get the baby to laugh more than I can. Which is hardly fair. He always dispenses great advice and is still one of the smartest people I know. It's what attracted me to him in the first place. Sometimes, I wonder if Wade realizes how much I love him and appreciate all that he does. We kid around a lot, but he's my whole life and I'm not sure where I'd be without him.
A note about my own father: He and Wade are very similar. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing, but in this case is a great thing. I feel very fortunate that I've gotten to know my father a lot better in the last few months by participating in Toastmasters with him. It's been a great experience. He was (and still is) a great father. When Aunika was two weeks old, I had to take Josh into InstaCare for an ear infection. I didn't want to take Aunika with me because it was right during RSV season and I was afraid of what she'd be exposed to at the InstaCare. I was suppose to meet my mom at her house later on and so I drove in, thinking she'd be there. When I couldn't get a hold of her or my mother-in-law, I called my dad to see if he knew where my mom was. He dropped everything at work and came home so he could watch Aunika while I took Josh in. What a dad!
Happy Father's Day!
And so Father's Day sorta gets the short end of the stick every year. I have a hard enough time trying to find a good present for Wade's birthday and so usually by Father's Day, it's a card. But this year, I decided to combine our anniversary gift and Father's Day gift by splurging on a gas grill.
I have spent the last seven years looking out the window at neighbors who have been barbequing on nice grills. A few years ago, I got a small charcoal grill that was more a hassle than it was worth. It took forever for the coals to heat up and even longer to cook on. So we rarely brought it out. It was only $8 at Wal-mart so it wasn't a huge financial investment. But every year, my cooking magazines (yes, I have a subscription to a few. I'll give you a moment to pick your jaws up off the floor....okay, are you back?) spend all their summer issues talking about the benefits of grilling. And I was jealous.
So this year, I got the quintessential Father's Day gift, coupled with a great anniversary gift, for Wade. I had to pack the kids up and drive into Salt Lake to pick it up on Monday. Then I had to load it up in the back of the car and drive it home, but I had to take the legs off to fit the kids back in (though the thought to leave them behind did momentarily cross my mind. Kidding. Maybe.)
And it's been great. I've used it twice already this week.
But all kidding aside, Wade's a great father. Especially on Sundays. Because my standard day consists of grumbling out of bed, getting ready, stumbling to church, wriggling through three hours of meetings, stumbling back home, grabbing the first thing I can find to eat and climbing back into bed. Even on Father's Day. And Wade doesn't ever complain. He entertains the kids while I get my (very necessary for my function for the rest of the week) nap. He feeds Aunika every morning while I exercise. He doesn't complain about my twice monthly 5ks. And he does this all while working 40+ hours a week, going to school two nights a week, finishing the basement and being scoutmaster.
He's much more patient than I am with Josh and can get the baby to laugh more than I can. Which is hardly fair. He always dispenses great advice and is still one of the smartest people I know. It's what attracted me to him in the first place. Sometimes, I wonder if Wade realizes how much I love him and appreciate all that he does. We kid around a lot, but he's my whole life and I'm not sure where I'd be without him.
A note about my own father: He and Wade are very similar. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing, but in this case is a great thing. I feel very fortunate that I've gotten to know my father a lot better in the last few months by participating in Toastmasters with him. It's been a great experience. He was (and still is) a great father. When Aunika was two weeks old, I had to take Josh into InstaCare for an ear infection. I didn't want to take Aunika with me because it was right during RSV season and I was afraid of what she'd be exposed to at the InstaCare. I was suppose to meet my mom at her house later on and so I drove in, thinking she'd be there. When I couldn't get a hold of her or my mother-in-law, I called my dad to see if he knew where my mom was. He dropped everything at work and came home so he could watch Aunika while I took Josh in. What a dad!
Happy Father's Day!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Milestones
Every parent compares their child to others around them that are the same age. Deep inside, they want the kid that's rolling over the soonest, or crawling early, or walking or talking or counting to ten or doing algebra. Rarely, do you actually have that child, because no matter how early your kid is doing integrals in his head, someone else's kid's been doing it for a while now.
But, for every parent that has the uber child that blows the milestone timeline out of the water, there is a parent out there who's child is behind. Not so behind as to be worried, but enough behind that people start to wonder.
Meet Aunika. Aunika is the sweetest, best natured baby in the world. She started sleeping through the night at 9 weeks. And not just from 11 pm to 6 am, but from 8 pm to 8 am. She doesn't really ever cry unless she's hungry or her diaper's full or Josh is being particularly annoying--er, loving--towards her. You can wake her up in the middle of her nap and she'll just give you a big smile. She eats every three hours during the day, so it's easy to plan your schedule. In two words, she's adorably content.
But, for every parent that has the uber child that blows the milestone timeline out of the water, there is a parent out there who's child is behind. Not so behind as to be worried, but enough behind that people start to wonder.
Meet Aunika. Aunika is the sweetest, best natured baby in the world. She started sleeping through the night at 9 weeks. And not just from 11 pm to 6 am, but from 8 pm to 8 am. She doesn't really ever cry unless she's hungry or her diaper's full or Josh is being particularly annoying--er, loving--towards her. You can wake her up in the middle of her nap and she'll just give you a big smile. She eats every three hours during the day, so it's easy to plan your schedule. In two words, she's adorably content.
Content is nice. But, as we've come to find out, does not lend itself to much motivation to do things other nearly-seven month olds are doing. Like sitting up or rolling over. She's just so...content to lay there. Why do anything else?
"Toy, what toy? I'll just sit here and watch the grass grow. Or the paint dry. Whatever."
So this week, she's finally starting to roll from her back to her belly. Which is a big milestone. When you're like four months old. And she's actually kind of liking it. A few months back, she tried it a couple of times, but found she didn't like it so much and rolled back., content to just stare at the ceiling. But now, we'll find her on her belly just looking around. Until she gets tired. And then she looks like this:
So this week, she's finally starting to roll from her back to her belly. Which is a big milestone. When you're like four months old. And she's actually kind of liking it. A few months back, she tried it a couple of times, but found she didn't like it so much and rolled back., content to just stare at the ceiling. But now, we'll find her on her belly just looking around. Until she gets tired. And then she looks like this:
Because, see, she's forgotten how to roll on to her back and so she'll just plaster her nose to the carpet (see section on content) and stay like that until you check on her and rush to her aid because you fear she's suffocating herself to death. After that, you put her in her highchair, and this is what happens:
Don't even get me started on her little round bum and her inability to sit up by herself, though according to the internet isn't that big of a deal at seven months. But still, it'd help, since she has grown out of her carseat-meaning her head sticks out one end and her feet the other and I can't take her anywhere because she's not sitting up on her own. People are starting to comment, like "maybe it's time to give up the carseat." Meaning, isn't your 1 year old a little old to still be carted around like that?
Funny story. I'm at Wal-mart the other day and this sweet looking couple, probably in their 80's, gets in line behind us at the (very slow) checkout lane. They start talking to Aunika:
"Oh, look how sweet he is. Isn't he the cutest baby? Oh, he's so cute. Look at all those cute smiles he's giving us."
The guy turns to me and asks:
"How old is he?"
I thought for a few seconds and replied: "He's six months." I even had a name picked out should they ask. Curtis. Never mind that "Curtis" was wearing a green shirt with flowers on it and poofy sleeves or that a purple blanket was tucked under "his" legs. The blue carseat and bald head seem to confuse a lot of people. And when you're 80...it doesn't matter if you get mixed up on a few genders here and there.
Silly girl. But isn't she a cutie?
Silly girl. But isn't she a cutie?
Monday, June 15, 2009
Eight Years Down, Infinity to Go
Today marks our eight year anniversary. Wow! It's only been eight years? I mean...uh...it's already been eight years?
I've made no secret of what I want for our anniversary, and Wade did not disappoint. This morning, I awoke at 5:15 (yes, it does exist) to leave for the pool and my first day of simultaneous training for both a triathlon and a half marathon set for August. Our plan was to swim at the outside pool in Stansbury, but since we've somehow been beamed to Portland, Oregon, the weather has prevented us from doing so and now we're reduced to swimming at the indoor pool during the hours of their choosing coinciding with husband work schedules and kids, which run 5:30 am to 7:00 am.
So after I returned, Wade said that he was giving me my present but that I had to find it. It was hidden somewhere inside the house. My spirits were dashed for a bit, because, really, how do you hide a road bike inside the house? So I looked under the bed.
"Well, it's not going to fit there." Wade replied. "It's in the basement."
I was momentarily mystified because the basement is bare. But then I remembered our little food storage alcove where all the doors are being stored. And I remembered on Saturday thinking that the doors looked different from how they were being stored from before but not really investigating. Good thing, because hidden behind them was my road bike.
YAY!
Apparently, it had been sitting there for the past three weeks and each time I left in the morning to go biking on Wade's brother's old mountain bike that weighs about as much as I do, Wade would lay in bed and laugh and laugh and laugh because just down the stairs was a brand new road bike.
I got him a great gift too that I'll have to talk about later because he hasn't received it yet. It was a humdinger to fit in the car, plus the two kids, but I managed.
Anyways, eight years. Which is, incidently, quite close to an entire decade. It's funny how fast time goes. And when I look back at all the stuff we've done, I'm amazed. We've run a marathon together, both finished school, gone on a cruise, built a house. Had two kids. Crazy. I still feel like I'm only 21 and this can't possibly be my life, but I guess I'm growing up.
We survived the seven year itch, which wasn't all that itchy, and a year of incredible stress. We're older, wiser, and funnier looking than we were eight years ago, but we still love each other. We even got to eat dinner together twice this last week.
It's hard to mesh together because we're both always right, but somehow it works. We have our outside interests and that helps keep us grounded.
We're happy and still in love and that's all that matters eight years down the road.
I've made no secret of what I want for our anniversary, and Wade did not disappoint. This morning, I awoke at 5:15 (yes, it does exist) to leave for the pool and my first day of simultaneous training for both a triathlon and a half marathon set for August. Our plan was to swim at the outside pool in Stansbury, but since we've somehow been beamed to Portland, Oregon, the weather has prevented us from doing so and now we're reduced to swimming at the indoor pool during the hours of their choosing coinciding with husband work schedules and kids, which run 5:30 am to 7:00 am.
So after I returned, Wade said that he was giving me my present but that I had to find it. It was hidden somewhere inside the house. My spirits were dashed for a bit, because, really, how do you hide a road bike inside the house? So I looked under the bed.
"Well, it's not going to fit there." Wade replied. "It's in the basement."
I was momentarily mystified because the basement is bare. But then I remembered our little food storage alcove where all the doors are being stored. And I remembered on Saturday thinking that the doors looked different from how they were being stored from before but not really investigating. Good thing, because hidden behind them was my road bike.
YAY!
Apparently, it had been sitting there for the past three weeks and each time I left in the morning to go biking on Wade's brother's old mountain bike that weighs about as much as I do, Wade would lay in bed and laugh and laugh and laugh because just down the stairs was a brand new road bike.
I got him a great gift too that I'll have to talk about later because he hasn't received it yet. It was a humdinger to fit in the car, plus the two kids, but I managed.
Anyways, eight years. Which is, incidently, quite close to an entire decade. It's funny how fast time goes. And when I look back at all the stuff we've done, I'm amazed. We've run a marathon together, both finished school, gone on a cruise, built a house. Had two kids. Crazy. I still feel like I'm only 21 and this can't possibly be my life, but I guess I'm growing up.
We survived the seven year itch, which wasn't all that itchy, and a year of incredible stress. We're older, wiser, and funnier looking than we were eight years ago, but we still love each other. We even got to eat dinner together twice this last week.
It's hard to mesh together because we're both always right, but somehow it works. We have our outside interests and that helps keep us grounded.
We're happy and still in love and that's all that matters eight years down the road.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Correction
Wade pointed out a discrepency in my description of his backpacking trip.
When I mentioned that rain was dripping on to sleeping scouts, I was apparently mistaken. There were, in fact, no sleeping scouts.
I'm sorry for this error in my reporting. I was under the impression that since it was between 1 am and 4 am, that there were people sleeping, but Wade corrected me on this misassumption.
When I mentioned that rain was dripping on to sleeping scouts, I was apparently mistaken. There were, in fact, no sleeping scouts.
I'm sorry for this error in my reporting. I was under the impression that since it was between 1 am and 4 am, that there were people sleeping, but Wade corrected me on this misassumption.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
If Wade had a Blog
Wade went backpacking to Lake Blanch, a three mile hike, this weekend and had a GREAT time. If he had a blog, he'd tell you all about it. But since he doesn't, I've taken it upon myself to give a shortened version of the events as they were told to me:
4:25: Wade rushes in from work, changes clothes, grabs last minute things and stuffs it all into MY car to meet the scouts at the church at 4:30.
Drives to trailhead. Parks car. Hikes.
Hikes some more.
Sun goes down.
Hikes more.
A few scouts lag behind, so Wade stays with them, convincing them that it would indeed be faster and easier to just keep walking to the top.
Clouds look less threatening in the dark.
"Less-threatening looking"clouds open up and pour down. Wade finally convinces lagging scouts to walk faster. In the dark. In the rain.
Wade arrives at camp, where everyone else has taken shelter in the tents of another scout troop. Perched precariously on top of the rocks, exposed to the elements that have yet to bestow themselves upon this tiny little troop.
In the dark, Wade and his crew set up camp in the same place. In the rain.
Wade ditches efforts to set up his own tent after getting all the scouts settled and dives into the tent of the other leader. Soaking wet.
Everyone decides to forgo dinner and go to bed instead.
Wind hurls through the valley that the troop is nestled in. Lightning illuminates the sky. Thunder shakes the mountainside. Rain drips on to the faces (and belongings) of sleeping scouts.
Scout wakes Wade up crying because, upon stepping outside to pee, found himself soaking wet and unable to get warm again. It's only 1 am.
Rain finally stops at 4 am.
Everyone wakes up when daylight hits and lays things out on rocks to dry when the sun breaks through the clouds. Breakfast (and dinner) is made and consumed. Still waiting for sun to come out.
Rain starts.
Gear is thrown into backpacks and troop hightails it out. Rain stops about halfway down the trail. Scouts hit bottom of trail.
Troop gets into cars and prepares to head home.
Major crash involving a Fedex truck and live ammunition causes the freeway--the very one that seven scouts and two leaders are driving on--to close in both directions, rendering Tooele County all but inaccessible except through Utah County and an unpaved mountain pass that may or may not be passable since it has rained here every day for the past 7 days. Of course, all this information would have been useful before Wade and his wet, cold, hungry, and tired scouts passed the very last possible turnaround.
UDOT finally gets somebody with brains to show up and devise a plan to move a bazillion people off a freeway that is closed.
In a twist of fate, Wade finally gets off the freeway and goes to make the turn to head back towards Salt Lake and on to Utah County just as a scout sees that they are finally opening back up the freeway. So Wade pulls a U-turn and becomes one of the first cars to make it through on the newly opened freeway.
Wade arrives home at 4:00, roughly 5 hours after leaving the trailhead.
4:25: Wade rushes in from work, changes clothes, grabs last minute things and stuffs it all into MY car to meet the scouts at the church at 4:30.
Drives to trailhead. Parks car. Hikes.
Hikes some more.
Sun goes down.
Hikes more.
A few scouts lag behind, so Wade stays with them, convincing them that it would indeed be faster and easier to just keep walking to the top.
Clouds look less threatening in the dark.
"Less-threatening looking"clouds open up and pour down. Wade finally convinces lagging scouts to walk faster. In the dark. In the rain.
Wade arrives at camp, where everyone else has taken shelter in the tents of another scout troop. Perched precariously on top of the rocks, exposed to the elements that have yet to bestow themselves upon this tiny little troop.
In the dark, Wade and his crew set up camp in the same place. In the rain.
Wade ditches efforts to set up his own tent after getting all the scouts settled and dives into the tent of the other leader. Soaking wet.
Everyone decides to forgo dinner and go to bed instead.
Wind hurls through the valley that the troop is nestled in. Lightning illuminates the sky. Thunder shakes the mountainside. Rain drips on to the faces (and belongings) of sleeping scouts.
Scout wakes Wade up crying because, upon stepping outside to pee, found himself soaking wet and unable to get warm again. It's only 1 am.
Rain finally stops at 4 am.
Everyone wakes up when daylight hits and lays things out on rocks to dry when the sun breaks through the clouds. Breakfast (and dinner) is made and consumed. Still waiting for sun to come out.
Rain starts.
Gear is thrown into backpacks and troop hightails it out. Rain stops about halfway down the trail. Scouts hit bottom of trail.
Troop gets into cars and prepares to head home.
Major crash involving a Fedex truck and live ammunition causes the freeway--the very one that seven scouts and two leaders are driving on--to close in both directions, rendering Tooele County all but inaccessible except through Utah County and an unpaved mountain pass that may or may not be passable since it has rained here every day for the past 7 days. Of course, all this information would have been useful before Wade and his wet, cold, hungry, and tired scouts passed the very last possible turnaround.
UDOT finally gets somebody with brains to show up and devise a plan to move a bazillion people off a freeway that is closed.
In a twist of fate, Wade finally gets off the freeway and goes to make the turn to head back towards Salt Lake and on to Utah County just as a scout sees that they are finally opening back up the freeway. So Wade pulls a U-turn and becomes one of the first cars to make it through on the newly opened freeway.
Wade arrives home at 4:00, roughly 5 hours after leaving the trailhead.
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