During the day, the campground was gorgeous. B loved the ducks in the warm creek. There were enormous fire rings that sounded like gongs when you threw things in them. The geese made great alarm clocks. And hey, we had electricity and heat.
Here's the rig. All of it was borrowed. Thanks, Dad & Mom & Burt.
I love, love, love the heater in the trailer.
B, so happy and loveable.
Haha. Well, he is our family tree-hugger...
Such great campers.
Gross ultra hard-water swimming face and hair on me, but L looks perfect.
The campground seemed nice enough, and it was really full. We shut down around 10:30 and the kids went right to sleep, but these big fat diesel trucks rolled in, and we were blessed to enjoy the high-volume conversations of a bunch of drunk, obnoxious loggers. It was seriously ridiculous. I kept thinking they would pass out any moment, but it went on interminably.
During the night, a storm blew in and the wind tossed us around pretty hard. The kids didn't even wake up. I was half-awake most of the night trying to calculate in a sleepy brain whether the trailer had enough weight not to get blown into the river by the high winds. Uh, but I couldn't figure it out because I was really incoherent. (We didn't flip, and I worried for nothing.) In the morning, the storm was still hanging around, and it was SO cold.
During the night, a storm blew in and the wind tossed us around pretty hard. The kids didn't even wake up. I was half-awake most of the night trying to calculate in a sleepy brain whether the trailer had enough weight not to get blown into the river by the high winds. Uh, but I couldn't figure it out because I was really incoherent. (We didn't flip, and I worried for nothing.) In the morning, the storm was still hanging around, and it was SO cold.
Still, It was fun. We had the place pretty much to ourselves except for a busload of "private school" kids that attended a "boarding school" somewhere nearby. Their counselors/chaperones clarified that every kid at their "school" was there for committing some sort of crime. It was a little disconcerting to find myself in an oversized hot tub with about 16 bad adolescents. I got out and went to the big pool, leaving Robb to try and figure out what these kids did to get themselves into such a cushy correctional program.
But by far, the weirdest part of this whole thing was the revival that happened to be taking place the same weekend we hit Crystal Hot Springs.
These people had set up a "tabernacle" in the group campground area- way too close for me- and were holding religious meetings and blasting music that seemed a lot like a blend of Christian pop, Yiddish folk music and bad 80's slow dance garbage. (Yeah, it was awful. It was painful.) They kept their 'eternal flame' going with an enormous pile of firewood and sort of kept to themselves. Sort of. There were a couple of teenagers in that group that were sneaking down to the river... So rebellious.
During their... festivities (??) we stayed at the hot pots as much as possible, because we couldn't hear it there. The pots themselves were great. There were a bunch of pools and pots and they all had different temperatures. I couldn't stay in the 104-degree one very long, but I love the way it makes your skin tingle and your toes feel cold.
The most insidiously cold rainstorm.
The one break in the clouds before we opted to head home. Note to self: If you go again, bring LOTS of conditioner.
The most insidiously cold rainstorm.
The one break in the clouds before we opted to head home. Note to self: If you go again, bring LOTS of conditioner.
