Fievel Plays Country, Part 1

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Which is why it's unfortunate we don't have any of the crash. Nobody's dead, mind you, in fact nobody was even hurt, unless you count the emotional scarring of having all our best-laid plans thrown to the wind. Here's how things were supposed to work:

• Thursday, Jan. 24th. Anna's dad, Mike, leaves Montana, trailer in tow, to come load up most of our belongings and take them to storage in MT. 
• Friday/25th. Mike arrives in Portland, we load all our boxes (which we've already packaged, sorted, and neatly labeled) into the trailer.
• Sat/26th. Mike heads out for Montana. We celebrate by eating bread and cheese on the floor. 
• Sun/27th. Anna and Marcus go to church, have lunch with friends, start our teary-eyed goodbyes and such. 
• Mon/28th. Go to post office and arrange for mail forwarding. Call power company to cancel billing. Other assorted odds and ends. 
• Tues/29th. Start cleaning apartment. Goof off. 
• Wed/30th. Farewell party with life groups. More goofing off. Cleaning of apartment is complete. 
• Thurs/31st. Turn in keys to apartment, hang out with Alex, hit the road for Seattle to stay at brother Dave's. (Dave is on a cruise but mailed us his apartment keys so we could stay until he got back on Friday.)
• Fri/1st. Play Dave's video games, pick up Dave from airport at 11:30 pm. 

That pretty much covers how the first part of the trip was supposed to go. Not too complex, right? Lots of downtime, plenty of time to take care of errands and see our friends before moving. How did things actually go? Well, the problems start with Hank and Reba. It's important to note that they're not even close to being on our original plan. 

To be continued...