Where we are

Amarillo, TX to Flagstaff, AZ. The boys are amazing travelers. Wyatt didn't complain until we had been driving for 9.5 hours, and then he said, "Uh, Mom? I don't want to drive all day." Too late, buddy. My tail bone smarts and my eyes are drooping closed. We have been seeing more and more California license plates, so that's a good sign. Almost home! Nighty night.