As evening approached and we were unloading the final truck load, only the largest items left to unload. Why they ended up being last was either a great finale or an excruciating end of the day. The armoire and the Pax.
These both needed boys completely out of the way. (I include myself in all aspects of unloading even though mine was a directing, photo taking and administrative capacity.) We had just begun to unload the first of the large items when we received a text from our traveling mover helpers. Channa, Derek, Kenzie and Sarah were en route with a load of stuff from UT and were going to be Caleb's ride back to UT. They said they were approaching the Daniel junction. I typed up some quick directions with landmarks to look for so they could find us.
I informed all that they should be in here in 15 minutes. Patrick, tongue in cheek inquired, "should we save these last few items for them?"
After the 15 minutes the boys were tired of riding around in the yard and watching for the arriving van. Emerson parked his bike and sat on the porch to watch the large furniture be moved. Whittaker on the other hand was still waiting by the gate on watch. I received a phone call from the travelers. They were only sort of lost. (I'll get into how they got lost in another post!! Has to do with all the other directions I sent them..) They said we're on the street where you live but we've driven 4 miles down the road and it has come to an end and we haven't seen your house at all!!
Oh dear. They turned left not right. They were one house away from us when they turned left but they didn't know it. Their large van doesn't turn around easily on narrow country roads so they were looking for a turnaround. All standing at the gate now looking down the long dirt road Duncan was sent for his bike and told to ride down and direct them to us. He happily hopped on his bike and took off. We turned to return to the final piece of furniture as Whittaker whipped past us on his bike. Not even turning his head as he called back to us, "Duncan isn't safe! He forgot his helmet. I'll take it to him!"
Knowing that he'd never catch up to Duncan we tried to call him back. The wind direction and the fact that Whittaker doesn't hear well to begin with, he didn't hear us. Patrick tried to call out in a loud deep voice but to no avail. Then we saw Whittaker turn. Oh good he heard us.
Nope. He was turning the corner to go down the street that we normally take to head to the main road. That would have been fine except the missing van and now Duncan were the other direction. We all started yelling... "WRONG WAY!!!" Then we saw another blur run past! Emerson was RUNNING and yelling, "Whittaker! Not that way! You're going to get lost!"
So now Patrick, Caleb and I are on the road in front of our house. Duncan, without a helmet is a speck down the long road. Whittaker is a fading blur, carrying an extra helmet going down the wrong road. Emerson is panting, a yelling frenzied, worried boy running with all he's got down the wrong road after Whittaker who is almost out of sight now. We are all yelling. "Emerson don't worry." "He can't get lost." "You don't have to run." "Come back!"
(I'm sure grateful we don't have any neighbours! Quite a hullabaloo these city slickers moving in cause!)
The final piece of furniture sat in the back of the truck as now Caleb got in the Prius and drove down the 'wrong road' to pick up Emerson and then catch up to Whittaker to reassure him that all was well, he could come home now. Whittaker had made it 3/4 of a mile before Caleb turned him around. He opted to ride his bike back.
By the time Whittaker returned, the 'lost' travelers had arrived and Duncan had returned in one piece, even without his helmet. Whittaker was crying and exhausted. He just wanted to help and keep Duncan safe and he did it all wrong!
Reassured that he had been brave and his willingness to help was appreciated we unloaded the big van and that final piece of furniture finally was brought into the house. With empty vehicles in the driveway, we now moved onto the 10 empty tummies and the need for 10 sleeping spots.
Whittaker slept soundly that night. The plight of a rescuer is exhausting.

































