Have you ever been in a camper for 12 days with a family of six? Well I have, and let me assure you that I now have more gray hair then what I had when I left for said vacation. And my crazy gene has increased at least a level…maybe 2.
Now granted all the kids slept in a tent while the Mr. and I slept in our comfortable bed in the camper. But there were plenty of times that all 6 of us were piled in the camper at once. One bathroom. One toilet. And lots of
We could be in the middle of nowhere and one of my 3 little monsters would, sometimes in unison, announce the ever so dreaded phrase.
We did a lot of driving on this vacation. Over 3,000 miles. This also means that there were sometimes hours spent with the six of us in one vehicle. I have listened to “Old McDonald” more times that I can count. Not to mention the numerous other nursery rhymes that followed. Even the songs on the radio would seem like they were stuck on repeat, and we have satellite radio. And don’t even get me started on the whining. All the “he did this” and “she did that” was enough to drive me straight to the
bottle of wine nuthouse.
Anytime my husband and I are in the same vehicle he always insists on driving. This leads to me holding the “oh shit” handle… a lot.
He thinks he’s a Nascar driver in a GMC Yukon.
Did I happen to mention that we had our German Shepard on the trip with us too? That’s constantly shedding. I swept up enough dog hair to form another dog. I need a Roomba just for the camper. Oh wait, I don’t have one of those at home even. Anyone looking for a gift idea for me please feel free to click the link and purchase. I do have to say though that she chased off a bobcat one night that had tried to wander into our camp. I woke up to the sound of her rustling through the bushes and a large “RAWR”.
Now of course there were glorious moments about our trip as well. It was great family bonding time. Kind of like when gum gets stuck to your shoe or there’s that last little piece of tape that won’t come off of something. Our family vacations put the Griswald’s to shame. Not to mention we outnumber them by two and a dog.
Here we are trying to take a family photo with the camera resting on top of the Yukon because
dumb dumb silly mommy forgot her tripod. This was about the fifth or sixth attempt at trying to get it right and it still isn’t right. And no, my husband doesn’t have a mohawk…it just seems to look that way in the picture.
Now, we are all home, safe and sound, the haze of vacation has wore off, the boredom has set in, and I have lots of future posts about our
shenanigans travels. Including all about the “Trees Of Mystery“, Ocean World, Kamp Klamath (a place I would never recommend), Prehistoric Gardens, river rafting, places to eat, beaches, and anything else I can think that we visited along the Northern California and Southern Oregon Coast.
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