I have concluded that no matter how organized, how efficient you think that you are, how many months you had to plan,THE DAY comes .. and you think of all of the things that you haven't done. And ,all of a sudden, you want to throw everything
into your suitcase because you think that you forgot to pack something vital. How did I ever go any where with a husband, one or more dogs and 4 kids and get to our final destination, with no memory of turmoil. I know for a fact, that I didn't pack for
our kids. At least I don't remember packing for them. I packed for Bob. 7 white under wear, 7 white undershirts, 7 pairs of socks, brown or black. One shirt for every day of the trip. It was a no brainer. It seems much more complicated today. I have
to remember chargers,special remote for attaching to the TV so I can get Netflix, the charger for the camera,the phone, the iPad, the maps, the snacks, the clothes for 7 days on the road,clothes for Port Townsend, clothes for Alaska,clothes in case I want
to spend several days in Seattle. Noodle has his special needs' too. His prescription eye drops,his doggie treats,his blanket, his crate,his bed, his special dehydrated food so he doesn't get an upset stomach on the road, his sedative. But all things
considered, my Grandson is here, the car is pretty much packed. the eggs have been deviled,peanut butter is waiting to be opened an we are ready. Honk if you pass us on the road. We are the van going West.