We just got back from a marathon trip to Montana (they all seem to be that way).  We left on Thursday at about 4:30pm and drove straight through.  Alice did well--that is, until we hit the pass in Idaho/Montana.  It was dark, she was watching a movie, and Jake was driving like a bat out of hell (translation: 85mph around the pass curves--one after another).  Blugh!  She puked all over.  We managed to find a place to pull over and attempt to clean up.  She didn't really know what was going on.  As a baby, she only spit up a handful of times.  She kind of looked down and said, "Mom, what is this?  Turn the light on--I want to see."  It was a mess!  I can't imagine having a kid who does that all the time (sorry mom).  After we got things as clean as we could, we trekked on.  I think we arrived at Jake's parents' house at 3:00am or so.  The next day Alice ran wild.  She and her cousin Richard played outside all day.  She flew kites, saw the chickens, fed the horses, and played with the dogs.  Jake gave rides on the lawnmower and tractor.  Alice and I rode Katie the horse, and she even got to ride by herself.  She referred to her as "Katie, my black horse".  Tasha, another cousin, came to visit that afternoon and they were instant best friends.  Jake pulled the kids on a sled behind the lawnmower--don't worry, they wore helmets.  I will have to get some pictures of that.  They had some good ole Montana fun.  We spent most of the next day in Missoula shopping, site-seeing, and visiting Emmy and Tasha.  We even squeezed in two visits to the Cracker Barrel--Jake's favorite restaurant.  On Sunday, we drove up to Whitefish for the wedding of one of Jake's childhood friends (Derek).  Alice didn't know what to think of him--she was unusually quiet around him.  We stayed at a hotel in Kalispell that night and started driving back early Monday morning.  We stopped on the way home in Moses Lake to visit Grandma Hodson.  The rest of the drive was a slow creep.  Memorial Day traffic--gotta love it.