This is where I THOUGHT we were going to camp:
Sounds nice, right? Well after we pulled in and saw all of the campsites with many people lounging about, talking, laughing, and generally having a good time—Jamie kept right on driving a decided that it was way to social for camping. So we kept driving to a "little place" Jamie and his buddies have quaded before. (mind you we were in a truck packed with camping equipment hauling a trailer with two quads)
This is the kind of road we drove on for a good 6 miles and the stream that we had to CROSS in order to find the perfect camping spot:
We were definitely “roughing it” when all was said and done. But who could be campfire hot dogs, glimpes of butterflies, tin foil dinners, quad rides, playing the the river, and smores?!?!
On trips like theses, I am VERY grateful for a husband who would be perfectly contend to actually LIVE in the wilderness. He works his tail off to get camp set up, build a fire, cook most the meals,and even take the kids potty at midnight. I am also grateful for a daughter who isn't afraid to squat and "hug a tree". (even though we went through 3 sets of clothes because she insisted on going by herself most times after I gave her the inital lesson)
But in the end, this is what really sent us home:
It started raining about 4:00am, and by 8:00am we obviously weren't sleeping, things were starting to get wet in the tent, and we decided that we should just pack it up and go home. The kids were very disappointed. On the way out it stopped raining and I got a great picture:
As soon as we hit the highway and things smoothed out Emma and Grant took a much needed rest:
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