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Yosemite Family Camping Trip!

Every year, we go on a camping trip to Yosemite National Park. It’s a tradition for my family, as my kids are now 4th Generation Yosemite campers. My Grandpa still tells stories about taking the kids in the 1960’s, and I have the best memories of my parents taking us kids in the 80’s and 90’s.

Apparently, back in the 1960’s, you could just drive up to Yosemite and pitch a tent wherever and whenever. Back in my childhood, we would drive up there with no reservations and wait in a line at the campground very early in the morning.  There wasn’t a single worry of not getting a spot.

These days, it’s not so easy. The morning the reservations open up for the Valley Floor- 5 months in advance- is actually one of the most stressful mornings of the year for me and I can’t sleep the night before.  Maybe I’m a little over dramatic, but it’s true. Basically everybody you know needs to log onto a computer and be ready to fight against the world for a camp spot at 7am on the dot and the whole summer is sold out in 30 seconds. When I tell my Grandma and Grandpa this stuff they just shake their heads in a what-is-the-world-coming-to sort of way.

This is how we roll

We were lucky enough to get 6 nights in Lower Pines, which is a beautiful campground on the Valley Floor right next to the Merced river. From this campground, we have easy access by bike to all of the sites there are to see in Yosemite Valley. The biggest issue we had this year is that those 6 nights were not all consecutive nights on one site, so we had to move our camp setup every few days.  Moving your entire camp is exhausting and you’re left with little energy to do anything too strenuous, so we would hang by the river on the 3 days that we changed camp. I feel like we wasted so much time and energy doing this, and I’m really hoping that next year we will get one camp site for at least 4 days in a row so we can enjoy our time without worrying about dragging all of our gear across the campground every few days.

There is always a chance that we won’t be successful in getting a camp site, so sometimes we reserve cabins at Camp Curry as backup just in case. I prefer camping over staying in a cabin, mostly because we can cook our own food, sit around a fire, and the kids can ride their bikes around the campground, but beggars can’t be choosers. Cabins have their benefits (can you say shower and real bed?), but you can’t make your own food and can’t have a fire which are deal breakers for me.  There are places to eat in The Village, but eating at the restaurants is more expensive, crowded, and they don’t really have any vegan options for our family to eat so it’s pretty limited.

The kids with their cousins on the porch of our Camp Curry cabin in 2012 (Monte was on tour)

We’ve actually already booked cabins for next year because they book up a year in advance, and might hold onto them even if we get a camp site so we can have the best of both worlds, (or if Monte happens to go on tour then I can manage the kids in a cabin with my family sans Monte, which I’ve done once before). I’ve heard that the Housekeeping tents in Yosemite are great, but I’ve never had the pleasure of staying at that campground. Apparently you have electricity, actual beds, you can set up your kitchen and make meals, and you can also have a camp fire. That seems to be the best of both worlds, maybe we will try it some day.

So, our first campsite was… not great. It was small, full sun, and right next to the bathrooms. Being right next to the bathrooms has it’s upsides, especially with kids, but mostly there are downsides. Like listening to people take their morning dumps, for one.

Our first campsite
We were right next to the bathroom.  Monte says it looks like we’re having a garage sale here.

Another downside of being right next to the bathrooms is that in the middle of the night, if you are not awoken by the toilets flushing, you may be by the slap of somebody’s flip flops as they walk straight through your camp to get there. On the other hand, one of the upsides of being right next to the bathrooms is that when you have to take your kids to go potty in the middle of the night you lower your chances of encountering a bear on your way there because you’re right next door, so I’ll admit I missed the bathrooms once we moved. I’ve had a middle-of-the-night bear experience in Yosemite and it’s nothing short of terrifying. I will pee in a bucket in my tent before I venture outside across a dark campground in the middle of the night again.

On our first day, we hiked up to Happy Isles, which is a nice easy hike for kids. If you want to do something but you don’t have the energy levels for Vernel Falls or the like, you will enjoy this peaceful trail and feel like you did something very Yosemite. Well, what I assume would be peaceful if you don’t have 6 kids with you like we did. It has charming little wooden bridges that cross the river onto the islands, and a visitor center where you can learn about Yosemite and your kids can beg you for more souvenirs you don’t need.

Happy Isles
Happy Isles

We have a little spot on the Merced that we go to every year where we lay out a blanket, and pull out the wine and snacks while the kids play in the water. The water levels are quite high this year, so our river experience was a little less relaxing than usual. It didn’t help that one day our phones blew up with a flash flood warning for the area and there was thunder, lighting, and rainclouds exploding up river from us. Suddenly it was like Amity Island where the kids stood on the riverbank refusing to go in for fear of being washed away. Eventually the winds and rain picked up, thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning flashed overhead, so we called it a day and went back to camp for dinner, but I’ve never experienced rainy weather in Yosemite, it was actually pretty incredible.

Aurora in the Merced river

So, although we were there for 6 days, our time was cut a bit by those 3 time-consuming moves. We came up with our friends, they left on day 4, and then within an hour of their departure my family arrived ready to rock and roll. It was like a revolving door of our favorite people but all those different personalities and energy levels had me a spinning a bit.

Our second campsite

When my parents got there my mom started to whip up some food, which was pretty glorious because ours was soggy and questionable after sitting in a watery cooler for days and days. She made sandwiches with fresh bread and veggies and I think they were the best sandwiches I’ve ever had in my life. While everybody was setting up and visiting, I was able to escape for about 20 minutes under the guise that I was “organizing clothes”… but I was actually lying on my blow-up mattress staring at the ceiling of my tent. There was little to no reception on my phone so any effort to check social media was fruitless but I didn’t even care as long as I wasn’t listening to “MOM! Mom! Mommy! Mooooom!” or some other variation, I was all good. I just needed to zone out for a few minutes to recharge.

A deer near our camp

Once they were settled, we rode our bikes up to Mirror Lake, and were able to enjoy nice water levels there for the first time in years! It was beautiful, and we wanted to visit for longer than the 20 minutes we did, but alas, dogs are not allowed so we had to be quick because grandma was stuck by the entrance.

Grandma with Penelope- No dogs allowed- boo!

It was quite crowded, but we found a quiet corner, the kids had fun climbing rocks and splashing around in the water.

Queen Bea at Mirror Lake
The boys enjoying the beautiful day
The kids joined Grandma and Penelope on a boulder

That night we ate tacos for dinner (thanks again, mom!) and grandpa told scary stories around the fire. Just when it hit 10:00 pm a ranger scared the peanuts out of us when she came out of the darkness to tell us that fire hours were over.  The kids told her that their grandpa was telling them scary stories and this awesome ranger took her time to tell us a scary story of her own that scared them more than Grandpa’s had (and he had some good ones)!  She also told them that an owl had just flown at her head moments before she approached our campsite, and that there were a few bears wandering the campground. I’ve never seen the kids move so fast before! Too bad I can’t use that one at home!

The next day, my sister and her family arrived to stay at the Ahwahnee Hotel, so we we had a huge change of pace because we got showers, and drank wine poolside. It was glorious. The kids absolutely adore their cousins and they begged to spend the night in their casita, and my sister and brother-in-law kindly obliged. They got to take baths and watch TV, but I think they were most excited about having wi-fi again!

Poolside at the Ahwahnee… waiting for that wine!

We had a delicious dinner in the main dining hall of the Ahwahnee (for which I was unprepared and underdressed for- oops). They even had a vegan entree option that was delicious. This was our fifth day of camping and our last night in Yosemite, so a nice dinner was a welcomed luxury.

The next day, we spent some time by the river with the cousins and then we departed (by noon because Yosemite Valley traffic is no joke) after six magical nights in one of my favorite places on earth. Until next year!

Our van all loaded up and ready for the drive home!

 

 

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Leaving on a jetplane

I lost myself somewhere along the way, these past 12 years. I know it sounds so cliché to say such a thing but it’s true. I mean, my kids are my everything and I am theirs. That’s how it should be though, right? Maternal instinct is a real thing, yo! I’ve been the stay-at-home-mom driving the minivan, covered in spit-up, poop, or breastmilk for so long that I’m having a hard time identifying what my role in this world is now. I don’t really know who I am anymore…

Okay, maybe I sound a little dramatic (cue sad music)..

My husband travels a lot. He’s gone for weeks or months at a time and I’ll admit I get a little woe is me over that. But, hello! He gets a first-class-traveling-break and I’m here wrangling kids by myself day after day.

So, recently while drinking margaritas with my family my brother exclaimed “Lisa! You need a break! You should go visit Aunt Kathy in Hawaii!” and I was like “Yeah! you’re right, I totally do and I totally should!” and we were all “yeah!” and that was the very well thought out way that this trip was planned.

Monte was totally supportive! He said that I deserved a trip away, and that he would have everything under control and before you knew it I was on my way to Hawaii.  I have a cousin who is a flight attendant and she was nice enough to give me a Buddy Pass to fly (so I could scratch off the guilt over the cost of a plane ticket off my list) and I was staying with family on the island so that wasn’t going to be an issue either. Boom!

I just got back from my trip a few days ago. I had the best time in the world, but… um… I was totally missing my kids while I was there.  I expected to miss them, of course, but… like… my heart was aching for those little rascals.  I wanted them there with me and said as much to Monte via text, so then he would FaceTime me and I would see them and it was all “awwww I miss you so much!” and then they would start whining and fighting and then I was like “nah, I’m good.”

My aunt and uncle were the best hosts and made this trip the most perfect experience. They took me to beautiful dinners in Waikiki, my aunt took me around to explore the island, I hiked, shopped- it was glorious.

However, I had never flown standby before, so that was a whole new experience for me. Flying there was basically a tease because the plane was so empty that I had a whole aisle to myself.  But getting back? Um… I was almost stuck in Hawaii. Which sounds awesome if you’re not at the airport, but, like… I could not get on a plane to LA. I got to the airport at 5am hoping to get on the 7am and I did not. I did not get on the 11:50am plane, the 2:52 pm plane nor did I get on the 8:45pm plane.

By noon I was ready to throw in the towel and head back to my aunt’s house, but I was informed by a flight attendant that a Seattle flight got delayed and a ton of seats opened up so I had a good chance of getting on it and then flying to LA from there! It was at 5pm, but I didn’t care. I would wait another 5 hours to get to the Mainland because I was terrified I would be stuck there for another week. It honestly would have been a very pleasant stay because, like I said, I have the most amazing auntie and uncle who had taken me in and they were willing to put up with me for however long it took to get me back to LA, but I didn’t want to over stay my welcome with them, and I really missed my babies. I suddenly felt like Kevin Mcallister’s mom in Home alone when she’s trying to get home from France and she can’t get a flight because it’s Christmas and all she wants to do is be with her son. Legit panic.

Somewhere between 5am and noon I threw out my neck, and then my slightly stuffy nose managed to turn into a raging head cold and lung infection. I was quite a sight to see with my crooked neck and red nose, I was hacking up pieces of lung and I’m sure nobody wanted to sit next to me for the 6 hour trek to Seattle, but twelve hours after arriving at the Honolulu airport, I was on an airplane to the mainland and nothing was going to stop me!  So many seats had opened up on this delayed flight, that I didn’t have to subject anybody directly next to me to my coughing fits because the seat was empty, so that worked out nicely.

I can’t sleep on planes. I don’t understand how people can sleep on planes unless you are in first class and your seats lay way back. I cannot sleep sitting up. My husband can, and I’ll never understand it. Ever. I was really tired by the time I arrived in Seattle which was just before 2am. I even tried sleeping on the floor of the quiet airport terminal right outside my gate. Or what I hoped would be my gate, I wouldn’t know until 7am when the plane would already be loaded. Sleeping on the floor did not work out. I can’t sleep in weird places, I was worried about my computer which was in my carryon bag next to me, and honestly the floor of the airport should be reason enough! I had six hours to go, and Starbucks wouldn’t open for another two hours.

Long story long, I got on the flight by the hair of my chinny chin chin. It was a freaking miracle. I have never been so happy to see my husband and children. Overall, I grew a greater appreciation for what Monte goes through when he travels away from his family. I can’t imagine being away from the kids for months at a time when I could hardly handle a week.

Monte did a great job keeping the house together, I was pleasantly surprised at the laundry and dishes being done, homework was turned in, playdates had been coordinated, after school activities were not missed (grandma was a big help there), so it was a great success!

We as parents do need a recharge every now and then, I find that I have much more patience for the kids since I’ve been back. I look forward to quality time with them like never before, and they seem to have gained some healthy independence in my absence.

Now I can’t wait to plan the next trip with the kids! I’m thinking ROADTRIP!

 

 

 

 

 

Flying The Friendly Skies!

Traveling with 4 kids is no easy feat. We checked in fine, and it was nice to unload the giant bags and only have our four rolling carry-on bags, backpacks, stroller, car seats, and children to deal with. My biggest fears for this trip were security, and boarding. The actual flight and getting everybody off the plane and into the car was a concern, but I feel like checking bags and clearing security is such a hurdle, but once that’s behind us I can breathe a bit.

Going through security, at one point Tiffany was showing her ID behind me and a TSA agent asked me with great concern if I was alone with the kids because that’s what it looked like at the moment. She was very relieved for me when I told her that I did indeed have help. The kids were not required to take off their shoes through security-SCORE! I was able to quickly collapse the stroller and place it on the belt, the girls were very good listeners and they put their own bags on the belt, then held the babies hands for us on the side while we finished loading the belt with bags, car seat, shoes, etc. Nobody wanted to line up behind us, of course, but I must say, we were very efficient! We got through as quickly as possible, with no hang ups, and the security personnel were extremely cheerful and helpful, and the other passengers were very kind and friendly. Once we were through, we even got a big round of applause! It was awesome.

Once we got settled at the gate, I took the girls and Atticus with me to get some Starbucks. The line was a good 20 minutes long, but we made it through with coffee for me, and some juice, yogurt, donuts, and muffins, as requested by the girls… so I thought. Apparently Aurora wanted a chocolate muffin, but i got her a banana nut muffin and I couldn’t hear her because it was so loud but she didn’t make it really known until we were done with our transaction and walking out of Starbucks. Aurora is our middle child, and while she is a bright, wonderful, sweet, loving, happy child most of the time, she has a dark side that reared its ugly head once the twins were born and she had to compete for the attention that she once had in abundance… for which i have a lot of guilt mixed with frustration. So, sometimes when she doesn’t get her way, she has a complete “possessed-by-Satan” meltdown that nothing can stop once it’s started. Nothing.

So there I was, halfway out of Starbucks, baby strapped to me, Ariel by my side, hands full of coffee and baked goods, and Aurora begins to scream “I HATE BANANA MUFFINS!!! I WANT A CHOCOLATE MUFFIN!!!!!” Shit. I was essentially trapped because my hands were full. Tiffany was at our seats in the terminal with Bea and couldn’t hear us, everybody’s staring at the lady with all the kids and Starbucks coffee and bags, Aurora is crying, and screaming “NO! I WANT A CHOCOLATE MUFFIN NOW!!” across the terminal. I asked Ariel to hold the bags of food while I tried grabbing Aurora’s arm and coaxing her out of Starbucks but she wasn’t having it. It looked really bad. I could feel everybody’s eyes burning into me. I finally had no choice but to leave Aurora, run over to our seats and toss all the crap down next to Tiffany, leave Ariel with her with no time to remove Atticus from the Ergo because Aurora was now alone, screaming her tushie off in front of Starbucks, and I’m sure people were concerned and security wasn’t far from intervening. All I could think about was the family who was kicked off of a Jet Blue flight just the week before because their 2 year old was having a tantrum. I had been mostly worried about the twins, but they were being perfect, even Atticus who was strapped to me as I raced across the terminal!  He happily bounced along with me, a little confused, but just enjoying the ride. I finally got back to Aurora and picked her screaming little body up, and carried her into a bathroom stall. She was still screaming about the chocolate muffin, and at this point, I definitely couldn’t give in because I would be rewarding her naughty behavior. So… I lied and told her that She could no longer go to New York, and that I was calling grandma to come pick her up. I felt kind of bad about it even as I was saying it- even now I still do a little, but I was desperate… and at first it didn’t even work, and then I got worried because I really believe in following through with threats so they know I mean business, but then again, it never even really works with Aurora, no matter how good my track record is with following through. It took about 10 minutes of fake calls to grandma to get her to stop crying, and once she was calmed down, we entered the terminal, and joined the rest of our group.

Once it was time to board, we were of course struggling to carry all of our bags, babies, and car seat onto the plane, so some flight attendants and a passenger were nice enough to help us out. A nice passenger carried my rolling carry-on bag for us, a flight attendant carried Beatrix to our seat because I was holding both the twins, plus a car seat and a backpack, and another flight attendant offered to take the car seat from me, and she kindly carried it to our seats, and the passenger lifted my bag into the overhead compartment and everything. How unexpected and wonderful that was! Once at our seats, the babies were in need of their naps. Atticus was enjoying the view out the window, so I nursed Bea to sleep before takeoff and she quietly slumbered in my lap. Atticus, strapped into his car seat, was so fascinated by the airplanes and trucks outside his window that the most noise he made was the sounds that trucks make, “Vrooom vroom!”, “Wow!” and “Ooooh!”. The girls were sitting quietly in their seats, and we were all settled and ready to go. A 30-something British couple found their seats behind us, and they immediately launched into a very loud hissy fit about being “surrounded by children”, and spend the last 10 minutes before takeoff trying desperately to change seats so they didn’t have to be near kids. They eventually got their wish and were moved 3 rows up- thank goodness- I don’t think I could have handled their glares and complaints for a whole flight. Atticus was jumping for joy at takeoff, and before we knew it, he was passed out in his seat. The babies took a 2 hour nap, and woke up refreshed and happy. The girls played with their iPods, colored and read books. Overall, it was an easy flight, considering, although a few of the flight attendants called me “crazy” for traveling with all these kids, despite having Tiffany for help. Once the plane landed and we were waiting for the plane to empty out, we got several compliments from passengers and flight attendants about how well behaved the kids were- score!
Fortunately we had a van service to pick us up because they got our bags to the car and we didn’t have to deal with that part of the adventure. Also, thank goodness we brought our own car seats because due to a miscommunication, there were 2 of them in the van and I think they had been manufactured in 1982. Overhead shield and all. No bueno. We got in late, so there was no traffic into the city, and the kids were in daddy’s arms in no time.

New York, New York!

Tomorrow we leave for New York to visit Monte while he works. He’s already been out there for a month, and we’re going to be visiting him for 2 months! We’re all really excited to see him, and to have a change of scenery for a while. I can’t wait to show the kids the museums, Central Park, the zoo, and the Statue Of Liberty. Although the older girls have been there before, they were so young at the time, I’m not sure they really remember any of it. It’s sure to be a grand adventure, but I’m pretty nervous about the airport and flight. Fortunately, I have the help of my friend and neighbor, Tiffany, she will be joining us for the whole trip to help with the kids.

Thankfully. Because I couldn’t do it without help.  I’m mostly worried about getting through airport security with 4 kids. Getting everybody’s shoes off, the stroller collapsed and loaded onto the belt, the two giant car seats for the twins, the carry-on bags, and then of course, getting the actual twins through before they run off while we’re busy doing all of the above, and then chasing them through the airport… which is what Ariel did to me years ago as a toddler when I flew to Europe with her and nobody helped me, rather, they rolled their eyes! It was probably because they were thinking “Wow, that lady is a moron, she can’t even get ONE kid through security without holding up the line. what. an. asshole.”

Okay, I guess security isn’t the only thing I’m worried about, I am also quite a bit worried about boarding the plane. Gate checking the stroller (and maybe one of the car seats) , dragging the car seat(s) onto the plane, pulling our carry-on bags and backpacks… and oh, yeah, somehow carrying the babies along as well. This might be where the Ergos come in handy so we can go hands-free. I’m assuming the girls will be pretty easy. I imagine that Atticus will be running up and down the aisles the entire flight, saying hello to all of the other passengers and trying to take their electronics, and Beatrix will hopefully sit peacefully in her seat, munching on snacks, and the girls can play with their iPods or watch a movie on the iPad.
Then there will be our arrival at JFK, and getting everybody off the plane, getting our luggage, loading up the car, and driving into the city. I don’t know why I ever bought black luggage in the past, because as nice looking and basic as it is, it’s almost impossible to find your luggage on the carousel at the airport amongst all of the other black pieces! So, this time, I got the loudest, most obnoxious suitcase colors I could find. Fortunately for me, TJ Maxx is full of all that luggage that (for some mysterious reason) don’t sell as well in the real stores. I’m pretty sure that I got some suitcases from Austin Powers’ personal collection, so there will be no mistaking it!
Here’s to a smooth journey to the other coast!

Yosemite

I haven’t written anything in a long time, it’s been a busy few months, and in August, we took a much needed family trip to Yosemite- CAMPING!!! Yes, actual camping. In a tent. 6 months prior, when I booked this trip, I wasn’t really thinking logistics, I was just thinking about all the great potential memories we would make for our kids. Oh, how fun it will be to go camping IN A TENT in Yosemite, one of the most beautiful places in the world. When I was a kid, we went to Yosemite every summer in a MOTORHOME. It had a bathroom, and a kitchen, and several comfortable beds. So, as the months went by, and this trip got closer, I kind of realized that I have never actually camped in a tent. Ever. Ever? Ever. Apparently camping in an RV isn’t actually “camping”… of course not. So, as the months and weeks got closer to the date, I started to FREAK out. I was nervous about the drive, the bears, setting up camp, keeping the kids clean, the bears, what activities we were going to do- did I mention the bears?? So, I started to gear up, bought the huge tent that would be our home for 2-3 nights, planned on what to pack for clothes, should we bring the stroller? I made reservations 6 months prior, online. Getting reservations at a campground on the valley floor in Yosemite, in the summer, is pretty much like winning the lottery. I actually couldn’t get a spot for the early summer, so when the reservations opened up for mid-August on, we ended up getting a spot in late August, right before school was to start- close call! Not only did we get a campsite in one of the most sought after campgrounds, we got an AMAZING spot, right on the Merced river in Lower Pines. SCORE!! I reserved 2 nights, then quickly realized that it’s a lot of trouble to go through for only two nights, why not make it three? I was lucky to find a third night online, a few minutes later at a different campsite within the same campground, but across the way against the woods. Sweet. I actually figured that we would barely last the first 2nights and be dying to get back to civilization after night one, so it wasn’t a big deal, just a back-up plan.

So, we packed the roof rack, the ice chest, camping stove, stroller, beer, and hit the road at 5am, the morning we had to check-in. The drive up was not so bad, thank the gods for lollipops… and Barbie Princess movies. We got there in about 8 hours, including stops, in plenty of time to set up camp at our amazing campground with our perfect view of Half Dome. Fortunately, we had done a test-run on the tent in the back yard a few weeks prior, so tent set-up took only about 30 minutes, and within about an hour, we were able to (almost) completely relax and enjoy our riverfront view, while the kids played in the dirt, helped us build a fire, make dinner and roast their first marshmallows. The kids thought the squirrels were pretty funny because they would jump up on the tables and literally remove your food from your plate, as you were trying to eat it, and stare you down while they stuffed their cheeks. It was really awesome when they chewed through our bread bag when I forgot to put it back in the bear (and apparently, squirrel) box for 5 minutes.

Our neighbors were close, but not too close… although, I kind of felt for the young, child-free group of people who were next to us. The babies were not exactly quiet, and in order to get anything done, I had to set them down somewhere, which meant the Pack-N-Play… which meant pissed off, crying babies. Who wants to hear screaming and crying when they are in one of the most beautiful places in the world, on a trip that probably took a lot of planning- I’m sure the last thing they wanted was screaming, whining children, and I certainly didn’t blame them. I could feel the annoyed vibes coming from the singleton camp, so, we ended up either holding, or wearing the babies on our backs a lot in the Ergo’s because we didn’t want to disturb them and ruin the experience, plus the babies seemed to enjoy being up high and part of the action.
We were having such a great time the first few days, that we decided that we WERE going to take that 3rd night! Not only that, but my parents suddenly decided to come up and join us at our new campsite, and they got there just in time to help us move our tent across camp. Apparently, this whole moving-camp thing is not an unusual because I saw a few people carrying their completely intact tents across camp and setting up elsewhere. Whew! We threw the tent on my dad’s truck, and drove it across camp. I’m sure that our neighbors were happy to see us go.
Our new campground was right up against the woods, not as glorious as the waterfront, but still an incredible spot and I was so glad I had kept the reservation. The kids had a good time helping us set up camp again, and I can’t even put into words what a relief it was to have grandma and grandpa there to help hold babies and cook food. They brought wine and yummy cheese and made actual meals- way more gourmet than the cereal and sandwiches that I had going on! I learned a lot on this trip, next time I’m not going to underestimate the power of the campfire. There are many delicious dishes to be made on that thing, but really, I think I should just pack my parents along for the next trip, that would cover all the bases. The new campground was very cozy (aside from my lingering thoughts of bear-attacks, which I most definitely kept to myself). It was very Oprah-goes-to-Yosemite, although my bear-fears were a little stronger in the new spot because we were against the WOODS now.

Apparently, in the wee hours of the mornings, the bears would roam the camps looking for grub, I could hear the rangers shooing them off, but we were extra strict about our bear box and there was nothing in the tent that they would want. At least this is what I kept telling myself every minute of every day there. Monte often walked to the general store at Camp Curry with a baby on his back, and I kept imagining a bear attacking them on the way to or from… once again, I kept this to myself.
The weather was perfection the whole trip, That day, we hiked to Mirror Lake and had a picnic on the sand while thekids frolicked in the water. We drank wine and ate cheese on a sheet that my parents were supposed to sleep on that night, but the babies peed on it… whoops. The girls ran around in the water, and we attempted to get the babies in because this was their only shot at a bath, which Atticus enjoyed all of 2 minutes and Beatrix not at all, she wanted no part of the water, and stayed on the sheet 90% of the time. Apparently you can pay $5 and shower at Camp Curry anytime you want. Camp Curry is a 5 minute walk from camp… good to know for next time because by the time we got home, the kids looked like homeless children.

The drive home took a little longer than the drive there, and for some ridiculous reason, we decided to stop in an Applebee’s for some grub in Fresno. We thought that the kids would enjoy stretching their legs, and eating an actual meal. I think everybody in the restaurant must have thought we were insane for even attempting, though, because if the babies weren’t on top of the table, they were running in different directions across the restaurant. They refused to sit in their high chairs, and we ended up taking all of our food to go. Why do we always forget that restaurants are off-limits with the kids, especially after going camping in the woods for 3 days? Overall, I am so glad that we were able to show the kids one of natures most beautiful accomplishments, and hopefully when the kids get a little bigger, we can hike the trails and spend a week, rather than 3 nights. When I went to Yosemite growing up, I never fully appreciated it. As a child, I didn’t realize what a big deal it was for my parents to take us on this adventure, and as a teenager, I was SO annoyed that they MADE me go on this BORING trip- really?? Who was that girl. So, I am very thankful to my parents for dragging my ungrateful behind to this beautiful place, and I hope my kids don’t resent me too much for doing the same to them for years to come.