The Great Outdoors (Days 4 & 5)

On Saturday the plan was to take the 4-wheelers up and find an empty spot along Millcreek near Elizabeth Ridge. Like before, we parked my car and the truck with the trailer before heading up the dirt road. Coop and Jake got to ride in the back of Jason's truck with Murray and they thought that was the greatest thing ever up that bumpy road.
We found an empty campsite where we got out some chairs and our lunch, snacks and the bb gun, and took turns taking the 4-wheelers up and down the road. Kelsea and I took Coop and Molly and had almost made it to the ridge when the littles started to fall asleep, so we went back. Grandpa managed to get Coop and Maddi all the way to sleep though.
Later, Dee and Julie made the journey with Jake and Maddi and they made it the whole way.

When it came time to leave, we put all of the kids in the bed of Jason's truck and Kelsea and I got to take the wheelers down the road solo. This was easily the most fun I had on the trip. I love 4-wheeling. I love Dee's because it's big and fast. I can't go fast and a little crazy with kids and I never get to ride without kids, I'm a mom, such it is. So, I took full advantage of this glorious opportunity, full speed ahead with donuts to top it off.
Every so often Kels and I would find some trees to park behind to pop out as the trucks passed and surprise the kids that said we were the cops chasing the bad guys, them. It was hilarious watching their faces looking for us and the laughter as they found us.
When we got back to camp, Cody and Kelsea started breaking their camp to head home. They had some Sunday commitments to get back for. As they worked on that, I got started on the tin foil dinners for our dinner that night.
After dinner, Grandma graciously offered to stay with Jake and Emmett so we could go back and fish the pond one last time. Saturday night was not my greatest night of fishing, no matter how much Cooper tried to coax "Rocky" and his buddies out of the water, they weren't biting.

The evening was made though when we saw two deer slowly crossing through a break in the trees straight out from where we were fishing. Seeing things like that just never gets old.
That night was spent enjoying a large fire and talking as the boys fell asleep on the laps of their chosen snuggle buddies for the night.

The next morning we woke up to rain. Not exactly perfect weather for breaking camp, and really nothing is more fun that trying to feed and entertain three kids, in the rain, while try to pack up. Luckily the rain blew over and we made quick work of loading up and getting on the road home.
Aside from a couple small hiccups, camping couldn't have been more fun. I'm actually already looking forward to next time... hopefully in a trailer. I'm not sure my still aching, carried three children, 30 something body can do the air mattress thing again.