Yeah I know that Katie already posted on the move, but I thought I would post my own account of it since I wrote it up to send to my brother. I won't bother to include anymore pictures than Katie put in her original post.
We are finally in New Mexico. Crazy. I can't believe we did it. Two or three days before we were supposed to originally move I got a phone call as I am emptying out the freezers saying that the paperwork is not in order for me to start work on the Monday I was supposed to and that if we move that weekend the cost of the move will not be reimbursed. So with ~80% of our stuff in boxes we delay moving for two weeks. You'd think with an extra two weeks we'd be really ready to move right? Well,
apparently you don't know us very well. Let's just say you don't really know how much crap you have until you have to put it all in a box. We literally did not pack up any more stuff until the day I picked up the
Uhaul truck and that's when we realized that the 80% was really more like 60% of our stuff. Oh, good times.
So I pick up a 26'
Uhaul truck, a 12' trailer, and an auto-transport for towing the mini-van on. That night the
elder's quorum came to help us load up the truck. This consists of 3 people. The 2
nd counselor who also happens to be our
hometeacher, a guy who actually served in the mission field with me (and he's "injured" and can only stay for an hour or so. Just giving Dom a hard time :) ), and our brother-in-law Anthony. The previous two weeks the temperature had been in the 60's but while we are loading the truck it starts to snow. Despite all this the truck g0t loaded ~55%.
The next morning I have to shovel the driveway before anything can get underway. My cousin and her husband, my brother-in-law Dan, and a friend of mine from grad school show up in the morning to help continue the work. Throughout the day we were also joined by Amy and Alex, and Emily, and our next door neighbor Julie. I don't think I left anybody out. It was crazy. Just a whirlwind. I'll list a few of the more memorable moments for you.
-Amy was a fantastic help, but one of her more questionable moments was when she packed up about 5-10 boxes without labeling a single one.
-Katie's friend Julie packed up my closet: she labeled every box "Chris's
POS" (Pile of S**T) except for one which she labeled "valuable". I have no idea how she determined that.
-Once the truck was completely packed floor to ceiling, wall to wall (yes, it was packed so tight nothing had to be strapped down and the moving guys on this end were amazed) we closed the door and found out that the lock I bought for the truck did not fit. Luckily Dan had one in his car that he loaned me. Given that I don't know where it is right now we'll just consider that he gave it to me.
-Once we packed up the truck and the trailer floor to ceiling and wall to wall we realized that we still had an entire trailer's worth of stuff left to pack. Exchanging the auto-transport for the trailer after 24 hour of having picked it up is a story that made me several enemies at
Uhaul.
-When I went to pack my air compressor and miter saw I realized that I had secured them to my worktable and that my mother-in-law had packed the keys to the locks. I had to ask my neighbor to cut the locks off.
So the next morning we get up pack up the stuff we slept on along with the last rocking chair and hand the keys over to Melanie. At the
weigh station on the way out of town I learn that the truck and the trailer together are 7000 lbs over the maximum gross weight for the truck. I just pretended that the trailer weighed 7000 lbs. even though there is no way possible that it did. We had a pretty uneventful drive out to Grand Junction with Mom and Dad. Katie drove the minivan with
Kallie and Zack. Dad and Mom pulled one of the trailers with the suburban and took Ben and Coco. Andrew, Dandy, and I took the truck and last trailer.
The truck has a little gauge on the dash that tells you how efficiently you're driving the truck. I learned that a
Uhaul truck gets a whopping 5 mpg when its efficiency gauge is in the "Best MPG" range on the gauge. Luckily the gas tank is so big that it cost ~$130 every time I filled it despite the fact that it wasn't yet empty. In Grand Junction Mom and Dad treated us to Outback Steakhouse for dinner. Dad decided to supplement his meal with a lobster tail. Apparently lobsters have problems in Australia because his lobster tail amounted to something slightly bigger than a jumbo shrimp.
After we finished eating Dad was looking at the route for the next day on his phone. He turns to me and says, "we can't go this way!" And sure enough, the road I had chosen went through
Silverton and
Durango and wound it's way through the San Juan National Forrest in the middle of the Rockies with switchbacks and shear
dropoffs. Let me tell you how my mother LOVES roads like that. It was like pulling teeth to convince her that we shouldn't go that way. SO, the only real option is to backtrack 2 hours and go down through
Moab instead.
It was fantastic because just north of
Moab you come around a bend in the road to this spectacular view of the mountains you could have just driven over, all snow covered and beautiful and such. We made it to the house about 7 pm that night.
I had hired 2 guys to come unload the truck for 4 hours the next day. It was worth every penny. Dad and I had unloaded the two trailers the night before. In 4 hours those guys had unloaded the truck, moved all the boxes to where they needed to go and assembled all of my furniture. I have no idea what I would have down without them. Later that afternoon dad returned the
Uhaul truck with me and I took him to the airport.
On the way back from the airport I still had to get one last weigh ticket for a trailer before I returned it. As I pulled off the freeway to go to the weigh station I can see that the normal route is blocked off due to construction. I can't really see much of what I'm supposed to do because I'm right behind a semi, so I decided to follow him expecting he was going the same place I was.
Sure enough he makes a turn as if he's going to the truck stop, but it only takes about 100 feet before the truck in front of me ends up in a Mexican standoff with a Dodge pulling a 5th wheel practically in the drive-thru of a Jack-in-the-Box, and behind me is another truck pulling an oversized load who made the same mistake. The fun of course began when the road construction crew poorly marked the correct detour route. This is now my definition of a "New Mexican stand-off".
Mom stayed for the rest of the week helping set up the house. It was so nice to have Mom here with us. We took her out to dinner for her birthday to a "New Mexican" restaurant but the food was so hot she couldn't eat any of it. So we took her out to lunch the next day on the way to taking her back to the airport. When we got back home Ben entered the house and said, "It doesn't feel the same without Grandma here." We are really going to miss being so close to Mom and Dad.