The MOVE

Monday the 12th was our final day in Rexburg.  We woke up early and finished packing up everything and got the U-Haul truck at 9.  For the next two hours we loaded up the truck and tidied up the apartment.  The weather was lovely, for once and we were on our way by noon.  We decided to tow our car instead of have me drive it.  We also decided to drive through Montana than go through Boise.  Surprisingly, the route through MT was only 9-10 hours vs. the 12-13 drive through Boise.  Supposedly it's just a two-lane highway from Boise up to Moscow.  Go figure, right?

Montana is beautiful to drive through

Well, the first few hours passed by quickly.  Zak and I sat in the cab, surfing the radio for interesting songs and eating snacks along the way.  After about 3 hours I took over the wheel and drove until Missoula.  The sky was clear and blue and actually, Montana isn't too bad to drive through.  I was surprised how nice and scenic it was.  Getting off of the highway in Missoula proved to be a huge pain in the butt.  We needed to get gas and dinner and I was flustered driving a truck with our car attached in a foreign town.  It was nerve-wracking but we made it work.  After ten minutes, and with Zak driving again, we continued on our way, pausing briefly in Coeur d'Alene to switch drivers again.  The route from Missoula to Coeur d'Alene was really beautiful, but a bit nervous-making.  We were mostly in a mountainous region, with a few scary turns.  Luckily, the weather still was nice.

Until I got in the driver's seat in Coeur d'Alene.  By then it was about 8 at night and ten minutes in, it started to rain.  It wasn't too bad until the rain started to fall harder and harder and then I had to turn up the windshield wipers to maximum.  By then it had turned very dark and we were on a two-lane highway 90% of the time.  I was freaking out, it was terrifying.  Zak asked several times if I'd rather he drive, but I knew I could make it.  Plus, I would be even more nervous if I was the passenger.  After two longs, clenched knuckle driving, we made it to Moscow!  It was 10 pm Pacific Coast time (that's right, not Mountain Time anymore, woo!) and we were pretty beat.  But we had to figure out how to get the car off the dolly and park everything, oh and we couldn't back up the truck.

Yay, we made it!

Luckily, I married a genius, who figured everything out in record amount of time.  Zak smartly unhooked the car and the dolly and within an hour had everything in its place.  That night we dragged our mattress up the stairs and fell asleep hard.  I awoke the next morning to find out that Zak had gotten up early and unpacked about 80% of the truck.  He was really excited and decided to be productive.  The most challenging part of the day was our box spring.

What I woke up to

Whoever designed our place really couldn't have made it about eighteen inches wider because, ultimately, Zak had to unscrew the banister and some railings in order to get the box spring upstairs.  And the poor guy had to do it most of it by hand because the power screwdriver only pulled out the three inch screws halfway.  It took him a few hours, but it was worth not having to sleep in the living room the next two years.

Poor guy

The next week and a half we spent tidying up the place and putting stuff away.  We really love it here, there is a lot more room than our place in Rexburg and we are getting a deal: we are only paying $30 more for the townhouse!  Thank you, government!  Here are some pictures of the place; I have also posted them on Facebook, if you want to check them out.