It’s been a few weeks but I wanted to do a little summary of our camping trip over Labor Day weekend. I waited until I finally put the pictures up online last night…sorry for the delay! (If you’re my friend on Facebook, there are lots more on my Facebook page.)
On Friday night we drove through City of Rocks to see if all the camping spots were, indeed, filled up. It seemed they were, so John drove out toward a place called Bostetter that he had camped at many times as a kid.
We took the wrong road by half a mile and ended up severely regretting it. We drove for three hours or more on this tiny, one-lane, badly rutted dirt road that wound around in the middle of nowhere while we got hungrier and hungrier (foil dinners were in the ice chest, waiting to be cooked over a campfire) and more and more tired, sad, and frustrated. Many tears were shed. (The horrible “road” we were on was called Trapper Creek Road, apparently, and I told the kids I forbade them to ever mention that road again. Too many bad memories!) Because the road was so bad we could only go 15 miles an hour or less, which made it take even longer.
Finally…at long last…we were winding our way up into mountains (which was a good sign) and I spotted a lone brown sign with an arrow pointing to…Bostetter! Our cries of rejoicing filled the van.
After another half hour or so we finally arrived. It was after 10pm and very dark and we were afraid there wouldn’t be any spots but luckily for us, there was one spot left! The kids and I gathered wood and built a fire while John set up lanterns around the area so we could put up the tent.
Once that was finished we cooked the foil dinners but the fire wasn’t hot enough yet and we ended up cooking them on the camp stove. When they were done enough to eat we scarfed everything down, cleaned up a bit, and went to bed.
It was VERY cold and we didn’t have near enough blankets. But we somehow made it through the night and were all awake before 6am the next morning, Saturday.
Ciara, enthralled with a stick she’d just carved with her pocketknife
We made breakfast—eggs, bacon, and toast (I cooked the toast on a stick over the fire…so much fun!)—and set off to go hiking.
It was quite an overcast morning.
We followed a wide track, then got bored with it after a half mile or so and crossed a stream on rocks to get to a more interesting area.
Somebody was a chicken about stepping on these slippery rocks. Can you guess who?
My only request was TREES!! Give me TREES! We headed up a steep, narrow trail among aspens and made it to the top of a high cliff/hill/mountain area covered in dirt, rocks, and very scratchy sagebrush (poor Bran! He was wearing shorts and got his legs scratched up).
Nia was like a little mountain goat. She kept saying “Higher! I want to see the top!” and ran ahead of us all morning.
The view from the top was marvelous. I wish my pictures weren’t so dark. But hey, they’re pretty good for a camera phone!
And yes, I got to live among trees for a little while.
We headed back down and were so exhausted/legs so sore that we barely made it back to camp before collapsing. John fell asleep sitting up in a camp chair and I crashed on the cot for a nap. The kids had tons of fun running around in the bushes, finding sticks and playing. I wish they had this kind of surroundings on a daily basis. I miss my forests!!
After a lengthy discussion later on, we decided to pack up and head back to Burley (on the right road this time). The rest of the afternoon/evening we spent visiting relatives and friends, and John’s aunt and uncle so kindly offered their home to us for Saturday night so we could take showers (heaven!!) and go to church on Sunday.
We also got to see the Twin Falls temple for the first time. It was beautiful.