Let's just say the Road to Hana (or Road to Hell, as we are calling it) is now paved with something other than good intentions.
It is paved with the vomit of all three of my children.
It is a winding, one-lane recipe for car sickness with no room on either side to even stop and puke.
Solution? Let the poor babies hang their heads out the window and let loose on the side of the car.
Please don't tell the nice people at Hertz.
I am pretty sure I deserved this for going on about the blissful trip I was having.
That karma is such a beyotch.
It wouldn't be a real Halverson trip without some vomit, right? But vomit and all I would still take your place, maybe they can walk back to the hotel?
ReplyDeleteMissing you-Emily
I should have warned you about the Road to Hell (Hana). We drove it in a minivan with my whole family and I was in the back with no air. We had a cassette tape telling us all the sites we were supposed to be stopping for. We turned back about halfway there. It is excruciating! My husband had eaten 13 McDonald's cheeseburgers on the way on a dare. He got pretty green but he didn't throw up!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry. Truely.
ReplyDeleteSickness seems to follow you guys on vacation.
heh, heh, heh.
ReplyDeletespamburger, anyone?
I much prefer the picture of your pedicured toes, thank you very much.
ReplyDeleteHa ha--that's funny. Since I'm not the one smelling it or wiping mouths. Is that her brother holding her up? That's nice of him.
ReplyDeleteDone that drive, which we called Road to Hell as well, and I don't think it's possible to make it there without someone losing their cookies!!
ReplyDeleteoh no- that is so sad (the picture is priceless though!) Hope this is nothing that lingers!!
ReplyDeleteSo I suggest you skip the helicopter rides. We all got sick. I will never do that again. Makes me sick just thinking about it.
ReplyDeleteOh, Hannah & Hana. Which brother is propping her up out the window? Good dad training, anyway.
ReplyDeleteI know what you're really trying to do: make us feel less jealous. Sorry, not working.
That was an excursion I missed when I was there last Nov. I think I made the right choice by leaving my butt parked in the beach chair. Hope you all are recovered from your adventure.
ReplyDeleteI hope they got some on you.
ReplyDeleteYou're in Hawaii! I've been missing you and worried that you were in Utah and hadn't called me. Wish I were with you (minus the vomit).
ReplyDeleteShould I tell you that Dan and I sped down the road to Hana behind a Hawaiian guy driving a big tow truck? It was so much fun- like Nascar at 35 mph with tons of turns. The driver gave us a thumbs up and cheer when we passed him at the bottom of the mountain. Next time go without the kids. So much fun.
ReplyDeleteI knew as a mom it was not going to be smooth hawaiian sailing. Something always resorts back to Murphy's law! Have a great rest of the trip...and I'm still jealous!
ReplyDeleteohh sad! your poor kids!
ReplyDeleteStill would rather be in Hawaii with puking kids than home with fighting kids. Whatever. Nice try! ;) Enjoy your trip!
ReplyDeleteIf they are sick on the Road to Hana, I wouldn't recommend going up to Haleakala.
ReplyDeleteSeriously? Your kids ALWAYS get sick on your vacations. I am so sorry. Although I had to laugh as I type this and read Joy's comment. She makes a good point :)
ReplyDeleteHave fun!
It wouldn't be a family trip without vomit...
ReplyDeleteOh, I LOVE the Road to Hana. But, I can't imagine taking kiddos on it. I'm sure it was ROUGH! So sorry.
ReplyDeleteOnly a Johnson would take a picture of their kid barfing on a WFA.
ReplyDeleteAnd what is the prize for making it to the top?
ReplyDeletePoor Hannah (and Chase and McKay) losing it on the road to Hana. At first I thought she threw up so much that she lost an, "n" and an, "h" in her name.
ReplyDeleteOkay, that wasn't funny.
I'm sure Hertz is used to that! The road to Hana has a way... Hope the rest of your vacation is vomit-free!
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