Traveling down to family reunion was suppose to be a simple affair. We get up, get going and get there. Not really how it went down. Oh, we got up and actually left close to when I wanted to leave (6am) and got going, but then the plan broke down. We were cramped and the children were handling things pretty good with minor squabbles, but there were more bathroom stops than planned. More potty breaks were okay. The "Text" is what stopped us. Kaytie and William had a blow out and I'm not talking about Ashleigh's diaper here. The tire decided to blow apart on the freeway. Luckily we weren't far behind them so we were able to help, at least by the end. As we were gaining on their location I had a brilliant idea: We both have vans so our tires should be compatible. They could use our spare, which is a regular tire not a doughnut, until they can buy another tire. Great idea, right? Ehhh, not really. We stopped and tried to switch tires. In the process a stud broke off and then when we think everything will be fine, the tire really doesn't fit so the doughnut goes back on. Not cool. We stop in the closest town, fill up with gas and find that there is no tire shop around. We have to travel to the next town down to find one. Thankfully the tire place had a tire and the studs (see the plural? Tire guy broke some more) and a very hot wait later we were again on our way. But, how do we get to our destination? We planned on camping out at Doug's uncle's, Uncle Dave, house. Between Doug and myself we were able to get close, but not close enough to be there. Technology stepped in to help. With cell phones going we tried to call. No one answered and then it was crazy busy forever. Finally we get through only to find out the Uncle Dave is in the hospital and so is the rest of his family. We could still come and set up though. So with directions in hand we make it to the house and set up camp and the kids run around. Camp was in a small tree farm with some clear land and my boys proceeded to climb the trees. At this point Doug and I realize we are horrible parents because our children had never climbed a tree before. What kind of parents are we to never let our children up a tree? Smart. Controlling. Extra Cautious. You can decide. They made up for lost time though.
Chris up a tree
Evan up a tree
We set up camp between tree climbing and then had a look around.
Daddy and the children on a walk to burn energy and get the lay of the land.
After a run to town to eat dinner it was bed time for us.
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