I set a goal at the beginning of 2019 to write a book about my family’s full-time family travel adventures. Think funny anecdotes and travel experiences with kids in tow.
I shared this goal with my small band of Patreon followers and thanks to their support and encouragement, I will be sharing an essay each month from our travels. This story, We Are the Best Campers in the World! shares my family’s worst camping experience from our National Park-to-Park Highway tour. It’s got:
- Falling tree limb risk
- Tasting bear spray
- My baby turning into a cheeto-covered woodland troll
Here’s a sneak peek:
We Are the Best Campers in the World!
“I’m not worried, it’s surrounded by National Forest. Worst case we’ll pull off a random road and sleep in the truck.” Mountain Dad drove north from Kings Canyon through Sierra National Forests.
“You’re not even a little worried?” I asked. Normally I was the fatally optimistic one. Had something happened to my husband? Did an alien switch our brains in the middle of the night?
“You gotta remember I grew up around here,” Mountain Dad said. “We stayed at Bass Lake with Aunt Sue and Uncle Dick every Thanksgiving for years.” Of course I knew that Mountain Dad grew up in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains, but his hometown of Placerville, California was still four or five hours to the north. It didn’t exactly make him an expert in campgrounds near Yosemite.
I located Bass Lake on one of our hastily purchased California state maps. Thanks to the lack of phone reception in that area we were reduced to using paper maps. Paper maps! Who are we? Pilgrims? Ship captains? Lewis and Clark?
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See you in the outdoors!
~Mountain Mom
