This is a little story about a boy and girl that move across the country in search of higher education. The adventures they have in Virginia are what this blog is all about.
We started packing early so it would not be so overwhelming since a lot of our help was preoccupied with a wedding coming up:)


On Thursday, June 29th, we packed all of our things into the rental truck. We had the help of Cami's parents, Curtis, Justin, Bucky, and Brian. (Thanks everyone)
We stayed at Matt's parent's house until moving day.
We left Utah on July 1st with a 16 foot Budget rental truck, a trailer carrying Matt's truck, and Cami's car.
Tom and Jason came with us. We said farewell to everyone in Utah and began our trek east. Most of the first day was spent driving through Wyoming.



The most interesting thing in Wyoming was the hundreds of Little America billboard signs. In the middle of no where Wyoming, we stopped at a lone gas station/ Inn because of a potty emergency. We don’t know the name of the place, but Dumpsville would have fit perfectly. This place was downright scary, but Cami’s bulging bladder pushed her beyond any fear of the scary yellow-toothed old man sitting on a lawn chair next to the pumps. He handed her a token (which we had to fill the tank with his ancient gas to receive) to be used in the sad excuse for a bathroom. While Cami was in the bathroom, which seemed to last forever, Jason, Tom and Matt had to make small talk with the grumpy old man who owns and runs the place. The conversation consisted of him telling them about the downfall of the area after the oil dried up. They all bought nearly expired sodas and after Cami finally came out of the bathroom we left. In the car, Cami explained why it took her so long in the bathroom. She said it was the most interesting bathroom experience she’s ever had. Besides the fact that you had to use a token or a quarter to get into the bathroom, there was no toilet paper or paper towel in sight (which is why it took her so long…think drip dry). And the sink and faucet was too rusted to even attempt to use. That night we stayed in North Platte, Nebraska.