Day One - to Baker City.

It takes a LONG time to mobilize an army. I guess you could say the same about our family! We didn't leave town until well after noon, but made good time getting to Baker City. It was a beautiful drive, marred only by the fact I was paranoid towing our trailer on a few of the more narrow roads. Not, by any means, because of Dave's driving (impeccable by the way). It's just a minor paranoia of mine. I suppose I'll get used to it.

I think I gave Dave a heart attack, though, when we pulled up to our campground in Baker City. Granted, I'm glad that first impressions didn't hold true. We pulled into a 1955-era mobile home (as in there are full time residents here) park, and the pool looked a bit scary through the fence. Thankfully we gritted our teeth and pulled further in to discover a quaint, albeit older, RV park with very friendly staff, a nice playground, and a very nice pool to boot. The playground (probably built in the 50's and before modern safety standards) has one of the old swing sets that is a mile high, and thankfully sturdy. The boys had a blast swinging as far as they could "to the moon" Sam said. 

So, we made it. We had a fabulous dinner (Grilled flatiron steaks), and are settled in for the night. We plan on visiting the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center tomorrow, and have promised the boys a visit to the pool.  

... and we're off!

No promises, but I think we may try to post a couple of times to this blog while we are out on vacation. So, check back next week and see what we're up to!  Oh, don't forget to check out our GREAT new pictures from the last couple of weeks... RIGHT HERE!

Cheers!

11 days later...

This is nuts. I got up last time to put the boys to bed and finish the post... and it's somehow 11 days later. 

We've got a few weeks until our next camping trip, and the are packed. I'm trying to just "go with it." We are also trying to gather up all of the extra "stuff" in the house for a garage sale, which is a challenge when the boys are around. They hate the thought of parting with ANYTHING. For better or worse, Sam, the sweetheart, LOVES his buddies. All 125 (at least it seems so) stuffed animals in the house. What kills me, and is making me hesitate about actually taking some of them without him knowing, is that he is so sweet to them, talks to them, makes up stories about them...  wish me luck!