I woke up to my last day in Park City to a foot of fresh snow and thought to myself this is going to be the last day I have to shovel snow off the car – Yay! I quickly packed up my temporary apartment and loaded everything into the car, just enough room for everything, including a nice cozy space for The Haley Monster, my constant companion. After begging my boss to “fire me” on my last day so I could get out of dodge before nightfall and many hugs and a few tears, we were on the road by 2PM. So long Park City, not sure when we will see you again…

I was so anxious to get out of town I thought I would gas up in the next big town of Wendover, NV. Well, there was absolutely no towns in between and I ran out of gas 20 minutes out of Wendover, NV. The nice Mr. Tow Truck Driver made me feel a bit better by letting me know I was the fifth person that day to run out of gas so close to town. Gassed up and ready to roll, I thought I would make up for lost time and was driving maybe just a tad bit too fast and lone and behold Mr. Police Man decided to pull me over. Being pregnant comes with so many benefits, especially in this sort of situation, I just showed my big belly and he softened up, just a warning and no ticket! The rest of the trip was quite uneventful. I pulled into Palo Alto around 3 AM, onto our sleepy little street and into our driveway. Boy, was I happy to see the house. The phrase “Home, Sweet Home”, has never had more meaning than at that moment…