Well right now we are sitting in the Chicago airport terminal at our gate awaiting our flight to Portland and then Bend. Getting here wasn't too terrible, only one wrong turn (due to GPS malfunction of course) and Jeremy turned out to be ok after accidentally running into a pole outside of a rest stop. Poor fella slammed his head on the corner while picking up Sam and turning toward the car. I felt bad for him, but couldn't help myself from giggling :-)
Back in the terminal... Looking around I ALWAYS feel like our family is the most bassakwards one at places like these. Most people here look like they were born to travel...minimal belongings, (we decided to pack everything we needed for 10 days in carry-ons) a single book or kindle, (4 backpacks, 2 shoulder bags, 1 overstuffed purse and a guitar case here), or they are conducting business from their laptops and cellphones (not so much of that going on here...). In fact, Jeremy just spilled his water all over the floor, and Sam is in the midst of having a 1 legged race with himself.
He seems to be unaware of the fact the he is being looked at disapprovingly by the (I'm guessing) ex-military fellow across the way. At least he is now distracted from trying to convince me that the older woman next to me is actually a man wearing earrings and carrying a purse (and he was definitely not being too discrete).
I'm sure there will be more to report as our travels continue.
Stay tuned for future Johnson family travels blog posts...