This building has wooden floors that squeak and there is a large dip in the wooden threshold of the doorway, created by 150 years worth of foot traffic.
This building houses some of my favorite childhood memories.
This building is the source of Now & Laters, Jolly Ranchers and Archie comic books.
This building marks the gateway to one of my favorite places on earth.
Grover Hot Springs State Park in Markleeville, California.
Last summer I did a 6 part series on camping…basically how, what, where, and why. (Click here for Part 6, which has links to Parts 1 – 5 therein.)
This park is beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. My family has an extended history and traditions that we hold dear in this park.
I ordinarily take pride and great comfort in the fact that we’re extremely organized when we camp. Menus are pre-planned, our gear is complete and is categorized in an efficient manner. Handsome Hubby and I are big supporters of the “plan ahead of time, so that you can enjoy the moment” philosophy. Which is why it was a shock to both of us to realize that we’d left 3 boxes full of kitchen gear and cooking necessities at home.
We discovered this about 6 hours into our road trip. We were driving along, enjoying the beauty of Hwy 395, when HH suddenly sat bolt upright in his seat. His mouth hung open… he couldn’t speak. I was sure he was having some sort of a cardiac event. I was immediately worried for him, and a second later worried for the rest of us. He was pulling a trailer and we had our 4 boys, plus 2 of their friends and a dog with us.
An incapacitated driver would. be. bad.
So when he said, “Oh. My. God. I don’t remember grabbing the boxes off the back patio…” I was relieved it was only that. (Then I remembered my coffee pot was in one of the boxes and I became slightly more anxious.)
You know what?
Long drives go much more quickly when you’re making calls and problem solving. The boxes that were left behind were actually cataloged (with photos) and packed after last year’s trip. I had printed the list of items they contained and had it taped to a cupboard door while we prepared everything for this trip. (Oh, the irony.)
I was able to call a friend who let herself into the house and read off the items from the list. At least we knew what we were missing.
Dear family friends, Dennis and Suzie, joined us this year. They have a ginormous, 40 foot motor home with everything you could imagine in their kitchen. By coordinating with them, we were able to avoid stopping to buy all new gear. Thank God! We just needed to stop at a Walgreens and stock up on paper plates and cutlery. The silver lining? Less dishes to do during KP. (Also? I don’t need to pack those boxes for next year…. they’re still ready to go!)
A bumpy start, to say the least.
Once we solved our initial crisis (which was huge for us) we settled in to our normal camping activities.
It’s really nice to have my parents there. My mom is a crack up and the kids Love her.
Last year I hurt my back right before our annual Waterfall Hike and I had to miss it. This year I was so happy to have gotten to go!
I love the creek. Love. I love to see my boys playing where I did when I was a child. I love that they’re exploring and making up their own games. (*Although that would become a problem a bit later on in the trip.)
Our dog Corsa loves the creek too.
… and the meadow.
Grant picked flowers for me earlier in the week, but my sweet Conner brought me a rock.
The kid can’t speak clearly, but what a sweet boy!
There is such a thing as Forseeable Consequences.
HH and I needed to run into town really fast to check email. He runs a small business and I was organizing a high school reunion that was 3 days away. (My friend Chris was my right hand man for this, but she was with me… so I needed to check in).
The Forseeable Consequences?
A trip to the emergency room with Grant.
Two staples in his head. No novacaine. Bummer.
Fortunately, he didn’t have a concussion and was in and out of there pretty quickly, so his daddy was able to take him fishing.
The other 5 stooges had to stay in camp and listen to Screechy Mommy.The one other thing I wanted to do this trip was to find the rock in the meadow where this photo of my parents was taken 30 years ago.
But that is another post.