We left Vegas December 29, headed on our new journey back to Idaho. The night before we left, the house was completely empty, and we camped as a family in the front room.
We got up super early and hit the road. Cahl was driving his truck, loaded down, pulling our camper also loaded. I drove the kids in my car, with our washer and dryer on a rack on the back. Total Hillbillies. We were making good time, and made it all the way to Twin Falls with no problems. Then, in downtown Twin, Cahl went over a dip in the road at an intersection, and this happened:
Yea. Our trailer broke. The tongue bent up and B R O K E. Right in the middle of the intersection. So Cahl had to drag it around a corner onto a little side street, where we waited on a tow truck. While we waited, Cahl went and rented a UHaul trailer and we rushed to unload everything from our trailer into the other trailer. Then we had our trailer towed to a trailer dealer that had a repair shop. After a couple hours detoured in Twin Falls, we were finally on the road again. We made it to Meridian after dark and right in the middle of a massive snow storm.