Actually, we got back last week from our epic road trip up North, but it has taken me this long to unwind, and think about what I want to say. And decompress.
My husband and I decided to take our girls on a road trip up to Alaska from Washington. They are growing up so quickly that we wanted to show them a little of the world while they are still young. When they were babies, we had this illusion of time. It seemed to almost stand still at times (especially when they were getting new teeth, or potty training). Now, we flash forward just few short years and The Bee will be 14 this year. We asked ourselves: How many more Summers will she vacation with us (willingly~ha!)? When you think about it in those terms, 4 or 5 Summers doesn’t seem like a lot of time. It is enough to inspire us to make fun memories now. And to take on a trip that we may never have done before.
So we chose to drag them out into the wilderness and explore a place none of us had even been.
Sounds like fun, right?
Well, I will start at the beginning of our tale (as any good story does).
As you know, I went to the Rotary Auction with one purpose: To find a cargo box for our trip. I found one, but it didn’t have a key for the locks, or the clips to attach it to the roof rack. Oh wait. Did I forget that we didn’t have a roof rack??? We took a few steps backward, found one locally, and had it installed.
We were supposed to leave on Monday, so Sunday we went to pick up a friend’s box to borrow just for the trip (since ours didn’t have all the components), and he informs us they don’t have clips either.
I was suspecting a clip conspiracy at this point.
Our vacation hadn’t started and it seemed like it was never going to.
Yadda yadda yadda…Jim found clips and locks online for our box (only one place sells these antiquated clips, apparently) and they needed 100.00 in shipping for us to be able to leave within a few days.
At this point I just wanted to go. They arrived on Tuesday at 11am and we left on our journey at noon. Off to a slow start. A day late (also a dollar short, now), but we were on the road!
We got through Canadian customs (which scared the bejeezus out of our girls) and just like that, we were in the land of kilometers and providences, where they say “washroom” instead of restroom. We decided to stop and camp for the night at Cultus Lake.
It was crowded and crazy and super rocky, but at least we were there and had our cozy tent and mattresses.
That is when we discovered that BOTH our mattresses had holes.
We tried to patch, but wound up sleeping on jagged rocks all night long instead.
And that is the end of day 1.
Come back tomorrow to see more of this colorful journey.