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Summer 2016 Road Trip: “The worst family vacation ever is still a good thing.”

29 Sep

This year our family trip goes down as the most exhausting trip ever.  But we have some good stories to tell.  Maybe in another year or two, I might be able to laugh about how dumb I was to think we could camp anywhere with a 4 year old, 2 year old, and 1 year old twin boys.

Besides family camping,  the resident Captain and Blueberry Pie planned to climb King’s Peak, and we had a family reunion to party at.

Blueberry Pie flew out to Utah a week early to go to a diving camp at BYU.

The Captain was super excited because we purchased a new family tent  (The REI Basecamp 6)  plus some fun LED twinkle lights to hang in the tents.  Our plan was to have the older girls sleep in his 3-man backpacking tent and then us and the four youngest kiddie pies would sleep in the new tent.

We packed Wednesday night, and I thought we were doing well and would get to bed by 8:30pm.


I didn’t factor in that the Captain hadn’t yet packed his gear for backpacking up King’s Peak.  So by the time that was done, we went to bed at 1 am.  But everything was in the van ready to go, and the cooler was full of delicious food.  Pasta salad (with bacon), carrot and celery sticks, mint oreos, lots of Doritos, and most importantly, a tin foil dinner for each of us to eat the next night at our campsite.  This would save me from assembling dinner on Thursday night.  We could just pull up to the campsite, light the charcoal, and dinner could cook while we set up camp.  It would all be so simple and relaxing.

You see, the resident Captain, wanting to make things easy on me, had reserved 2 hotel rooms in Laramie, WY, for Thursday night.  But I talked him into canceling that reservation and reserving a campsite at Curt Goudy State Park instead.  That would save money and there was a playground for the kids to play on and, in theory, run off all the energy they would have from sitting in the car all day.  As I described above, I had a brilliant plan to make dinner and camp setup a breeze.

We began our drive early Thursday morning, about 5:30 a.m.

Road trip Van Selfie

Almost immediately, Pumpkin Pie and Banana Cream Pie began puking.  The puking did not stop.

It’s a good thing we had a roll of heavy duty trash compactor bags in the van.

Then the power cord to the car DVD player stopped working.  All our new movies, purchased specifically for entertainment on the trip could not be enjoyed.  Everyone was so sad not to get to watch “The Croods,” “Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmaron,” “Chitty, Chitty, Bang! Bang!” and “The Music Man.”

Due in part to the fact that whenever we stopped for gas I had to change the Scooter Pie’s diapers as well as sometimes Baby Bean’s diaper and clean up someone who had barfed, the trip took longer than it should have.

The Captain washes Windows too.

By the time we finally got to our campsite, it was almost 9 p.m., not 6 like we planned.  Tamale Pie was also feeling sick by now.  As we got to the campsite, we saw signs that a new burn ban had just been posted.  No wood or charcoal fires allowed.  That meant that all our delicious tin foil dinners could not be cooked or eaten.  I was really regretting those hotel rooms, delivery pizza, and the probable coin laundry in the hotel basement.

Because Blueberry Pie was already in Utah, and Pumpkin Pie and Tamale Pie were sick, that left only Cherry Pie, Me, and our intrepid Captain as able-bodied workers.  Banana Cream Pie, Baby Bean and the Scooter Pies took all my resources to keep safe.  The Scooter Pies spent their time stuffing rocks into their mouths as fast as possible.  Baby Bean ran everywhere like a crazy squirrel, with Key Lime Pie tossing pine cones after her.  Banana Cream Pie, being sick was rather more querulous than usual.  (Which is a lot.) Cherry Pie alternately helped me and helped her father as she saw needs.  I was many times grateful that evening that she was not sick.

Despite the fact that we couldn’t eat our scrumptious foil dinners, there was lots of pasta salad left.  So anyone who felt well enough to eat still had something good, albeit cold, for dinner.  It took a couple hours to get the tents set up, but the evening was very pleasant and the breeze and the lake view were especially nice.  I kept thinking that I should be a lot more sad about all the trip fails of the day, but the weather was so perfect that I was still enjoying myself.  The new tent was so spacious and nice.  I love the big vestibules on each side and the extra tent poles that keep the tent from distorting in high wind.  The babies took turns waking up in the night so I was able to take care of them without help.  I didn’t get more than a couple of hours of sleep, but this is what I expect when camping.  However, the Captain did not sleep well and was disappointed to still be tired in the morning.  (I am always a little annoyed when I’ve been up with babies all night and the Captain has the gall to announce that he “didn’t sleep well”  but it’s a fairly frequent occurrence in my life, so I’m used to it. )

In the morning, we packed up camp and headed on down the road to the trail head for King’s Peak where we would meet Blueberry Pie and his uncle.  We lost about an hour of time because the cap to our gas tank broke, but we still got to the trail head in plenty of time.  However Blueberry Pie and Uncle were late.   Finally, as rain threatened, the Captain set up his tent, and the kiddie pies and I left him there and headed on to Salt Lake City, where we planned to spend our days in comfort while the men folk backpacked up and down the mountain.

The girls and I spent the next 2 days in Salt Lake City, hanging with cousins and having a nice relaxing time.  Except for that Pumpkin Pie and Banana Cream Pie continued to be sick and unable to keep any food or drink down.

The Men got back from the mountain at around 2 a.m. Monday morning.  When it was a more reasonable hour for getting up, I cleaned out our van and loaded all our gear back into it.  At about 10, we loaded all the kiddie pies into the van as well, said goodbye to our cousins (and begged forgiveness for bringing our nasty flu bug) and headed south to Bryce Canyon.  Pumpkin Pie and Banana Cream Pie were still throwing up, and I was starting to get worried about them dehydrating.  I’ve never had children sick for so many days in a row.

I did get some work on Blueberry Pie’s RavenClaw scarf done.

It was about a 6 hour drive down to Bryce but the exciting thing was that my awesome sister Katie, and her four boys met us there and camped with us.  We cooked hotdogs for the kids and delicious chicken and veggies for ourselves.  Katie’s boys play lots of crazy games camping, so Key Lime Pie was really having a great time.  Also, Katie had some prescription strength anti-nausea medicine and both of my sick children were finally able to keep food and water down for the first time in 5 days.  That was such a relief!

My four babies (the scooter pies, Baby Bean and Banana Cream Pie) continued to be super high maintenance and required constant vigilance from multiple people.  Baby Bean found a mud puddle and swam in it.  I began giving the Scooter Pies larger rocks to chew on, hoping to prevent them from choking on small ones.  But they rejected the safe rocks.

The weather was much colder than it had been when we camped in Laramie.  Subsequently, none of the 4 baby pies slept during the night.  I had to wake up the Captain and then Blueberry Pie to help me take care of all the fussing babies.  It was torture.  The Captain was now going on his 5th night of camping and almost no sleep.  As the sky began to lighten with the morning, the Captain said to me, “I never want to go camping again.”  I myself had been thinking, “I will camp no more forever.”  But the Captain loves camping, so I was a little surprised that he felt the same way.  I realized that though we have camped many times with babies, there has never been more than 2 toddler/babies, and I could handle all the murderous part myself.  But I couldn’t buffer him from 4 toddler/babies and so everyone was miserable.  The Captain just wanted to cancel the rest of the trip and go home, but I begged him for one more day because I didn’t want to miss the Wednesday Activities at the family reunion.

After getting camp cleaned up, we went to Bryce National Park and picked up JR Ranger packets for all the kids.

Baby Bean pushes buttons

Banana Cream Pie is serious about getting her JR Ranger badge.

The scooter pies are not paying attention to the ranger discussion about telescope lenses.

Little Prairie Dogs

We drove through the park, but it was very busy.  We had trouble finding any overlooks that had parking space.  But we did get to see the Natural Arch, which was spectacular.  The kids worked through their books and earned their badges, and we piled back into the car and headed back north to Ephraim Canyon for our family reunion.

The road from Bryce to Ephraim is slow, pot-holed, and full of curves.  That was not a fun drive.  Scenic, I guess, but on the back of many sleepless nights, it was just more torture.  We got to the reunion just in time for dinner, which was delicious.  We also lucked out and there were enough bunk beds for us and the babies to sleep inside.  The Captain put in his ear plugs and had the first good sleep of our vacation.  I had just fallen asleep when the Scooter Pies woke up, and so I put them in my twin size bunk with me.  However, the space between the bunk and the wall was just big enough to let a baby fall off the side, so I couldn’t sleep after that for fear that one of them would fall off.  I just lay awake holding them and waiting for morning.

Wednesday morning I got to help with breakfast.  I made some pretty delicious breakfast casseroles, if I do say so myself.

Then we took the kids to a nearby pond for swimming.  It was the grossest, stinkiest pond I have every seen.  Banana Cream Pie (who I remind you is only 4) said with great disappointment when she saw the pond, “I thought you said we were going swimming!”  Luckily, one of my uncles brought his huge river raft, which was tons of fun to play on and saved the day.

Then we left the kids back at camp and told them to be good and the Captain and I went to the Manti temple.  That was the highlight of our whole trip for sure.

I had hoped to find a laundromat later in the evening to wash the throw up clothes that had been solid on the drive from Salt Lake to Bryce (before Aunt Katie hooked us up with drugs.). But though we did find a laundromat, it was closing by the time we got there.  I was pretty disappointed.  Instead we just went back to camp and put the kids to bed.  Thursday, we took a little hike with the kids and then Captain went back down  the mountain and washed all the laundry while I talked with my family and chased the twins and Baby Bean.  She spent most of the day digging holes in the dirt and I just let her.

Friday morning, we left the reunion early because the Captain Wanted to get home by Saturday night.  I felt like a big bum leaving early, but I had been lucky to wheedle those 2 days.  Also, I was pretty tired of chasing babies around in the out-of-doors.  Going home sounded pretty good.

We stayed in a hotel on the way home.  And it was great.  While I cannot predict the future, I feel that family camping may decline significantly therein.


Great Lakes Road Trip 2013- Day 5 – 7 Beautiful Michigan

29 Nov

First thing in the morning, we crossed Mackinac Bridge and started down the East side of Lake Michigan. This was the most beautiful countryside of the trip, I thought. We drove through lots of picturesque little towns and saw lots of fruit orchards. We reached our destination, Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, at about noon. We super duper lucked out and got the very last campsite available. It was a “hike in” campsite, which we have never tried before, but it turned out to be awesome. It was more secluded than drive-up campsites and closer to the bathrooms to boot. Plus the “hike” was less than 200 yards.

After Lunch, we headed to the beach for several hours of great fun. IMG_0848IMG_0757 IMG_0759 IMG_0763 IMG_0778 IMG_0819 IMG_0786

I think I must have an affinity for water/beaches because all my favorite trips and moments include water.

This first beach was a 1.2 mile hike from our campsite. I’ve forgotten it’s name, but we were the only people there. It was so peaceful. The sand was so fine, it squeaked under our feet when we walked in it. A little old woman came along the beach picking up smooth stones. She stopped to tell our children the Legend of the Sleeping Bear.

Long ago there was a great fire on the far shore of the lake, where Wisconsin is now. The mother bear and her two cubs swam across the lake to escape the fire. There is the mother bear, she said, pointing to the beautiful sand dune cliff to our right. She is waiting for her cubs. You can see them just there, that little island and beyond it is his brother. The mother bear sleeps while she waits for her cubs.

After her story, she gave each of the children a stone from her bag as a special gift before she continued on her way down the beach. You can’t buy experiences like this!

Our second day at Sleeping Bear, we drove up around the scenic loop that was supposedly so good. it was 45 minutes of driving through trees. We stopped at overlook points and looked out at trees. Was there something beyond the trees that people used to be able to see? who knows. what i do know is that 6 children who have been inside a car for most of a week watching trees are not entertained by being stuck inside the same car yet again to watch more trees. there was much complaining and fighting and i have a special hatred in my heart forever for that scenic loop and the pArk planners who made such a big deal of it on all the signs.

We finally escaped from the hell of that scenic loop and drove over to the giant sand dunes. The kiddie pies and the DH ran up and rolled down the dunes for over an hour. I stayed down at the bottom in the shade with Banana Cream Pie. That was the kids’ favorite bit of the whole trip.

We tried out Glen Haven beach. It was super crowded and the water seemed colder. The girls buried each other from the waist down and spent hours creating elaborate mermaid tails with rocks from the lake. I have beautiful pictures of them trapped inside the broken computer.

We cooked dinner at the picnic area there and then started our journey home. We had planned to stop at a hotel for the evening, but none had vacancies, so we kept driving. We were tired and cranky and not at our best.

Finally at about 1 in the morning we found a hotel with an open room. I will not speak of the nastiness we found inside that room. I will only say that we did not bring any of our belongings inside, nor walk on the carpet with our bare feet. We showered and slept about 5 hours. Woke up the kids and got out as fast as we could.

The sun rose and miraculously everyone was cheerful and pleasant again. Home we drove past Gary, Indiana, and Chicago. I called ahead and ordered Pizzas from Pizza Hut for lunch, so they were ready to be picked up as we drove through some little town between Chicago and St Louis.

Attempting to avoid road construction landed us in East St Louis, yikes! But we managed to get out again without being shot at. If Matt and Cegan had been home, we would have spent the evening with them, but they weren’t so a few more hours driving, and we were home sweet home at last.

It was our most epic road trip yet. The DH drove close to 8 hours most days, longer on some, as we hurried to hit the next high point. I did no driving at all, just handed out snacks, navigated, and tried to keep kids happy and quiet.

It was quite a memorable trip!

Great Lakes Road Trip- Day 4- The Hodag and Mt Arvon

28 Nov
The Rhinelander Hodag

The Rhinelander Hodag drawn by Blueberry Pie

As we were leaving town, we saw a large, dinosaur-like statue of a monster.  Then we saw the monster again on the water tower.  “What is up with this monster?” we wondered.  I googled  “Rhinelander monster” on my phone and we found out about the Hodag.  The legend of the hodag was one of the funniest things we have ever heard, and we deeply regretted missing the opportunity to take a picture of the family with the hodag statue.    We vowed to research local legends of the towns we stay in on family trips from now on.

After about a 4 hour drive on the highway and an intense hour of driving on unmarked logging roads out in the boonies of Northern Michigan, we reached the top of Mount Arvon.  I wasn’t too worried because DH was doing the driving.  We almost got the van stuck in a huge pothole/mud puddle at one point.  I think Mt. Arvon should probably have a sign saying 4 wheel drive is needed or park and walk the rest of the way up.  The “road” is extended from the parking lot most online sites describe, so you can pretty much drive to the top now.  But like I said, consider walking the last bit if you are in a large vehicle or don’t have 4 wheel drive, especially if it has been rainy.

Mount Arvon

Mount Arvon

On the way down, DH had a headache from the worries of transporting the family through such unfamiliar territory with mostly unmarked roads.  When we got to the nearest town, L’anse, I suggested we stop at a park to relax for a bit.  We stumbled upon this little playground right on the shore of Lake Superior and spent 20 of the most glorious minutes of my life playing in the sunshine and breeze.  Every time since, when someone says, “picture the perfect place” or “Picture yourself on a beach,”  I imagine myself back in this little park.


Mom! Watch! aaand cue Chariots of Fire soundtrack: Dun Dun da-Dun Dunnnn daaaa….

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We planned on camping at Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.  We got there at about 5 pm and all the camping spots were taken.  Online had warned of this, but we have always been so lucky to get campsites, that the DH assumed we would find one.  We did not.  After lots of frustrating driving around, we found a picnic spot, and I cooked dinner while the kids played on the beach again.  We should have just gone ahead and visited the pretty places there at Pictured Rocks that we wanted to see, but we wasted all our daylight looking for a campsite.  Hind sight is 20/20.

As our trip progressed, we learned the hard way that the Great Lakes are a popular attraction and you should book ALL of your campsites/hotel rooms 6-12 months in advance.

After dinner, we checked all the local hotels.  No Vacancy.  So we started driving along the route we had planned for the next day.  I googled hotels all along the way on my phone and called ahead looking for a place to stay.  We finally found a room in St. Ignace, Michigan and stopped to get some rest at 12:30 a.m.  in a lovely little motel called Bay View Motel, right on the lake.  It was low priced, clean, and rustic.  I loved it.  I also loved getting some sleep.  It was our good luck spot for the trip.



Great Lakes Road Trip 2013- Day 3 – Timms Hill

28 Nov

Lake Superior

Day 3 we packed up camp and headed down the shore of Lake Superior towards Wisconsin.  We stopped at a lookout called P__ Point and the fog on the lake lifted enough that we had some great views and got some great pictures.  This is the only surviving picture.  The kids loved scrambling over the rocks.

Blueberry Pie sampling Betty's Raspberry Peach Pie

Blueberry Pie sampling Betty’s Raspberry Peach Pie

Then, following the advice of DH’s online backpacking friends, we stopped at Betty’s Pies and sampled the world famous pies to be had therein.  We tried Raspberry Peach and French Banana Cream.  I come from a family of fabulous pie bakers, so I am always skeptical of pies which can be purchased.  Usually, people say they are good because people have never had a good pie to compare it too.  However, Betty’s pies really were good.  The raspberry peach tasted as good as pies my Aunties bake, so I didn’t feel like my money was wasted.  The French Banana Cream was one of the most heavenly things I have ever tasted.  The “french” part was that the cream on top of the pie was like a whipped cream cheese cake.  I just kept eating lactaid pills and pieces of pie all day long.  (I paid for that later.  Even lactaid pills can’t handle everything.) But  Soooo tasty!

We stopped and toured Split Rock Light House, which was fascinating and fun.

Split Rock Lighthouse

Split Rock Lighthouse

After about 6 hours, we got to Timms Hill, Wisconsin.  We all hiked up to the top.  It was like a steep hill.


Then the big kids and the DH climbed the lookout towers and I went back down with Baby Dumpling and Cutie Pie.  We played on the playground at the bottom of the hill until everyone else came back down.  IMG_0836

That evening, we stopped in Rhinelander, Wisconson, ate cheese curds at a Dogs -n-Suds and spent the night in a hotel.  Ah! showers and soft beds for everyone!

Great Lakes Road Trip 2013- Day 2 Hiking Eagle Mountain

28 Nov

At the Trail Head

Eagle Mountain in Minnesota was high point #6 for the kids and I, and High Point #7 for DH.  It was a 7 mile hike and most places online say the difficulty of the hike is about the same as Harney Peak, South Dakota, which we hiked last summer.  

I guess that is accurate.  The DH and I were both in better shape for hiking this year than we were last year, so it was easier on us in that way.  I have never hiked on such a rocky trail, though.  And when I say rocky, I mean the trail was full of big rocks that you had to step from rock to rock–like crossing a stream, only no stream.  The rocks were close together, but we had to watch every step carefully or twist our ankles and fall.

Cutie Pie was almost 5 years old and hiked much better than she did last summer in South Dakota–She motivated herself without much input from me for 2-2.5 miles before insisting on being carried.  When the trail got very steep for the last mile, she climbed willingly.  The DH carried 18 month old Baby Dumpling until Cutie Pie needed help.  Then 13 year old Blueberry Pie carried the baby and DH carried Cutie Pie.  I got out of packing an extra baby, since as you can tell from the picture, I was carrying one anyway.

We ran out of bug spray as I was applying it to the kiddie pies that morning, and the mosquitoes were fierce on the mountain.  DH and Blueberry Pie swell a lot when they get bit, and they were really suffering.  We bought more bug spray that evening, but the mosquitoes were never as bad as they were that day on Eagle Mountain.

We stopped at a Lake about halfway up to enjoy some scenery and have a snack.  Some of the picture files on my computer seem to have become corrupted, so I no longer have those pictures of the lake.

At the Top of EMHere we are at the top of Eagle Mountain.  Blueberry Pie is letting us all know how hard he has worked, packing a baby halfway up the mountain.

While we were hiking, we passed several groups of other hikers.  Often they had on sweatshirts or t-shirts that gave away what state, or at least what college they hailed from.  It was really fun for me to know where people were from, and I’ve decided to get a Missouri t-shirt so people can know where we are from when we hike high points.  I learned that the Minnesotan phrase of choice when greeting strangers on the trail is “How’s it goin’? ”  This seems a little more friendly than the Missouri phrase of choice, which seems to be, “Hey.”

The day was fairly cool and I wore my most comfortable and most favorite maternity pants every– my old army maternity BDU’s.


First off, these sweet pants have pockets, a rare thing for maternity pants.  Second of all, they stay where they are supposed to stay and do not require constant pulling back up when I am hiking, walking, and moving around.  A second rare thing for maternity pants.  Thirdly, they are very comfortable and fit me perfectly, something I have never encountered elsewhere in maternity pants.

I don’t wear them very often outside my house, because cammo isn’t really my style.  But I knew they would be the hands down best choice for this hike.  I have a dark brown maternity shirt that is about the color of those old army t-shirts and I was feeling like a fashion genius in my hiking boots, brown shirt, cammo pants, and pig tails.



The DH seemed a little like he didn’t love my look, which is funny to me since he loves his own uniform so much.


As we were on our way back down the mountain, we passed a family who were just starting.  The father and son were a little ahead and hiking in pretty normal, adequate hiking clothes.  Behind them came the mom and little daughter.  The mom and daughter were blinged out for a trip to the mall.  Jewelry, cute hoodies, and sparkly manicures to match their sparkly flip flops.  As I passed them, I was thinking to myself maybe I should have worn some makeup or something a little more girly–perhaps I had gone too far to the practical side in my choice of ensemble for the day

About 5 minutes later, I wanted to go back and warn that mom and little girl that there was no way they could make it up the mountain in flip flops.  The flip flops would rip apart on those rocks and they would end up having to walk the rest of the way bare foot.  I wondered if they had actually planned this hike, or if they had just been driving by and were like, “Hey, look, the highest point in Minnesota, let’s hike it.  Sounds quirky and fun.”  I really have no idea what they were thinking, and women who are that sparkly are very intimidating to me for some reason, so I didn’t go back.  (Plus I was ready for the hike to be over and didn’t really want to add to my fatigue just to go back and try to talk sense to someone who thought hiking a mountain in flip flops was a good idea.)


To be fair, we have been on 4 high points that would be doable in flip flips:  Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska, and Michigan.  It is possible that there are several out east that would also fit in this category.  So maybe that family was from one of those states.

After our hike, we went back to camp and ate something yummy and easy to cook, possibly it was Spinach Parmesan PastaRoni and fried Zucchini.

Then we went drove a little ways down from our campsite to the shore of Lake Superior and relaxed and let the kids play for as long as they wanted.

Baby Dumpling thought it was hilarious every time someone threw a rock into the water

Baby Dumpling thought it was hilarious every time someone threw a rock into the water

Blueberry Pie

Blueberry Pie

Pumpkin Pie finds a perfect rock.

Pumpkin Pie finds a perfect rock.

Cutie Pie cannot possibly narrow her collection down to one perfect rock.

Cutie Pie cannot possibly narrow her collection down to one perfect rock.

Tamale Pie posing for the camera.

Tamale Pie posing for the camera.


Baby Dumpling tries out rock throwing.

Baby Dumpling tries out rock throwing.

DH has as much fun as the kiddie pies.

DH has as much fun as the kiddie pies.

I found this friendly little leech attached to Pumpkin Pie's pinky toe.  After she was done freaking out and able to stand still, I pulled him off.  Blueberry Pie and Cutie Pie went immediately into the water and got their own friendly leeches on purpose.  After pulling the third leech off Cutie Pie, I announced that I would not remove any more leeches, so they had better not "catch" any more.  Pumpkin Pie remained grossed out by the leeches for the entire trip.  A point that Blueberry Pie capitalized on by "just happening" to mention the word leech constantly.

I found this friendly little leech attached to Pumpkin Pie’s pinky toe. After she was done freaking out and able to stand still, I pulled him off. Blueberry Pie and Cutie Pie went immediately into the water and got their own friendly leeches on purpose. After pulling the third leech off Cutie Pie, I announced that I would not remove any more leeches, so they had better not “catch” any more. Pumpkin Pie remained grossed out by the leeches for the entire trip. A point that Blueberry Pie capitalized on by “just happening” to mention the word leech constantly.

Cherry Pie shows the perfect skipping rock she has found.

Cherry Pie shows the perfect skipping rock she has found.

We finished off the day with hot cocoa around the campfire.  It was a good day.

Great Lakes Road Trip 2013- Day 1

6 Oct

The day after the last swim meet, we left for our 2013 family vacation.

I had voted for anyplace that included a beach (after last year’s mostly primitive camping vacation, I wanted cushy!)

The DH has that goal to summit the highest peak in every state. By visiting the Great Lakes, we could summit 3 state high points and spend lots of time on the beach as well. We were pretty excited. Not to mention that when people ask what your summer plans are, and you say, “We’re driving around the Great Lakes,” it just sounds exciting and impressive.

We drove straight from home to our first campsite at Tettegouche State Park, about an hour north of Duluth, Minnesota. That was a 14 hour drive and Baby Dumpling was not happy for a large part of it. I don’t know if she had a stomach bug or was just car sick, but we had to stop 3 times so I could clean her and her car seat and rid the car of vomit smelling things. Then she just got tired of being in her car seat and got downright fussy. Having a crying baby makes everyone in the car tense and cranky, especially DH & I. We finally stopped around the Iowa-Minnesota border, and I broke the Sabbath to buy her this barking doggy toy to hopefully help her be happy. She was happy for about 30 minutes. Beginning a road trip on a Sunday was not the best idea we’ve ever had.


Duluth was beautiful. Driving through it was like driving through a Better Homes and Gardens magazine. I think DH would seriously want to move there if it weren’t for the mosquitoes. (More about those buggers later.) In Duluth I finally used my iPhone to play a Woody Woodpecker cartoon for Baby Dumpling. Ahhh, peace in the car. Next summer, we are buying DVD players for the car BEFORE our trip. No question, no argument, done deal.

When we finally got to camp, I sprayed everyone down with bug spray. Then, I fired up the camp stove and we had taco soup with chips ready to eat by the time the DH & kids had the tent set up. I’ve visited Minnesota once before in my life and I warned the DH about the mosquitoes–both their enormous size and sheer numbers. He thought I was exaggerating, but I think that night he began to believe I wasn’t joking. The next day would show him just how right I was. Something he should not have been surprised by, as I am always right….

Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis

24 Jan
Gateway arch and reflecting pool in St. Louis,...

Gateway arch and reflecting pool in St. Louis, Missouri, USA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Our trip to St. Louis was awesome!  Friday was a whirlwind of packing because the DH decided to take a 1/2 day so we could leave earlier.  I had to pack everything with 5 hours less time than I had thought to have.  Then I found out he had Monday off because of the holiday and we decided to stay 2 more days, so I had to go back and pack more.  But the trailer got packed with Matt & Cegan’s stuff and with some Little Caesar’s Hot & Readys to keep us company plus Jimmy & Tahnee & Morgan, we were finally St. Louie bound.

First thing Saturday Morning, Cegan watched all the kiddie pies so the rest of us grownups could go to the temple.  That was wonderful and I may post more about it later.  When we got back, she had even cooked lunch at the same time as taking care of 9 kids.  It was so tasty!  What a super woman.

saint louis zoo

saint louis zoo (Photo credit: paparutzi)

We loved the zoo, especially the penguin house, Herpetology House, and the zebras and camels. This big camel came right up to us and huffed and sneered.  I think he was worried about us stealing his harem of lady camels.

I think the animals there were the most spectacular and up close of any I have ever seen at a zoo.  The sea lion exhibit was pretty incredible too.  The St. Louis Zoo is free admission. That’s something that really helps out a family of 8! We spent about 4 hours there, which was the limit for our feet and for the kiddie pie’s attention spans.  My 4-year old decided that she didn’t want to ride in the stroller, but she didn’t want to walk.  She wanted me to carry her.  I was pretty hard-hearted and informed her that she could walk or she could ride in the stroller.  She refused to do either, so she cried a whole lot.  Too bad.

The crying stopped when we got inside the penguin house.  I’m still amazed by  how close we were to those cute little guys.


Giant Bugs! My Favorite

Back to Matt’s house for delicious dinner and vegging on the couch.  We gave the kids Uncle Matt’s Ipad full of Micky Mouse cartoons and we stayed up watching the Bourne Legacy.  It was pretty good.

Sunday was church and lucky for us, Cegan’s ward meets at 12:30. Everyone had plenty of time for washing hair and ironing white shirts.  Plus Cegan has a whole bunch of Living Scriptures Cartoons so we even had Sunday appropriate movies to help the kids keep reasonable Sunday behavior.

Monday, we decided to visit the Arch.  I’ve never been, so it was my first time to see it too!  We rode the Metro also so the kids got to ride a train and see the arch.  The wind was brisk and it was about 25 degrees outside, so we were pretty cold, but we walked down to the Mississippi River Front anyway.  Cherry Pie spit in the Mississippi river just so that she could tell Grandpa that she had. The Arch is just miraculous.  I could have just sat and looked at it for an hour, if I hadn’t had to keep an eye on kids.  It just seems so impossible and beautiful that I could hardly believe what I was looking at.

There is a museum of westward expansion at the base of the arch full of really cool exhibits and moving animatronics.  (And the museum is freeeee.)  Riding the tram to the top of the arch is not free, but we did it anyway.  The kids enjoyed the tram to the top as much as looking out the windows to see all of St.Louis.  I did not feel afraid of how high up I was, amazingly, but I did feel very motion sick.  I’m not sure if that was because of the tram ride, or because the arch sways a bit in the wind, or because it was rather hot and stuffy at the top, or all of these things.  In any case, I voted for a speedy return to ground level.  Next, We walked to a little chapel, originally built by French explorers and the old county courthouse, before returning to the warmth of the Metro.  Jimmy & Tahnee  had spaghetti waiting for us when we arrived.  Thank goodness, because we were about to DIE of hunger.  After our late lunch, wehad a nap & then headed home.

We want to go back again soon! (not on a Monday as 90% of the attractions in St. Louis are closed on Mondays.  LAME.  But now we know so we can plan.)