The truck works!
Pretty well, anyway. It wasn't a huge fan of uphill acceleration.
We attempted to get comp and collision insurance but met so many roadblocks. Everything was covered for liability... and then doused in prayer.
We chose a super early Saturday morning to move the Tiny House it's first 100 miles. We officially left at 4:25am. (Way after bar close and way before morning traffic.)
The roads were empty for the first half of our trip and got a little busier on the highway. We were able to stay in one lane the entire trip, changing lanes only once to take the off ramp.
The kids and I led the way. Yes, we had our 6 and 4 year olds up and at 'em at 3:30! They were so pumped and wanted to be included in this exciting job. Of course!
LoadingLeading the #TinyHouse caravan at 3:45am. These guys stayed awake the whole time! So much excitement! ...for the kids, not the dog so much. :)
My job was to be the lookout and focus on the route. Called if there was something ahead to be aware of. Flashed the breaks like crazy to warn about sudden slowdowns and such. I got a bit nervous when I saw a kitten on the side of the road. Didn't want it jumping out to attack our precious load, ya know. :)
Ryan manned the Ford F250. He did a great job! Strong and Steady. He wore a headset for hands-free communication. Superman! Towing the Tiny House!
Ryan's Dad, Jack, drove behind. Watched, buffered, ready to communicate clearance for lane changes. We're so thankful for his early morning help and alertness! And for treating us to coffee and breakfast. :)
Ryan backed it in, Jack guided.
We're here! 125 miles in 2 hours and 15 minutes. We drove really slowly, between 47 and 52 mph. I'm proud of myself for keeping my cool. :)
We remembered the story about the turtle and the hare. :)
The kids watched and cuddled to stay warm. And I jumped up and down between pictures.
Isn't our parking spot beautiful!?
Lovely Tiny House, coolest journey ever, and safety.
Thank you God!