The Grand Tetons

The drive out of Texas is tortuous.  For 10 hours, we battled flat, brown landscape.  The drive into Denver was during the wee hours of the morning, and we weren't able to appreciate the mountains rising over the horizon.  The much shorter drive in the Grand Tetons made up for all 10 hours of Texas.  The mountains were spectacular.  Actually, spectacular doesn't begin to describe the majesty of the country.  As we gasped and awed, pointing out the window at each new glorious scene, we were abruptly stopped.

The bison wanted to cross the road for lunch.  We we not about to disrupt their plans for food!

They appeared to be having enough of their own drama....

The goal of leaving Warren Bridge early in the day was to arrive at  Headwaters Lodge and Campground at Flagg Ranch early enough to secure at walk in camp site.  Folks, these sites reserve up to a year in advance!  A YEAR!  I got in line for a site, and managed to score two out of the last three!  It was 9:08, and the host opened at 9:00. HALF of the campground was booked in 8 minutes.  Geez.  With lodging taken care of, but a few hours till check in, we opted to take a short hike.  

We hiked for over an hour, and the views were...again...no words to describe.  The God I serve has a bigger imagination than I can think of.  From the raging rivers to the deepest canyon to the highest peak of the snow topped mountains, we are BLESSED to live in and experience His AMAZING creation.  

Hiking over, we pitched our tent, showered, and made the hour long trek back to Jackson to meet up with my parent-in-laws and my oldest daughter.  We ate, we laughed, we shared road stories, and when were were done, we headed back to camp.  I was SO thankful for our 20* sleeping bags.  34* is pretty chilly at night!  Tomorrow, we would explore Yellowstone and meet up with an old friend.  Don't miss the next installment of the Jolly Camper!

Year 3 - It begins

Welcome to the Jolly Camper!  I'm Sara, the Jolliest of campers, and this is my blog.  Every year for the past three years, I've gathered up my children, packed my mini-van, and headed out on an adventure.  Two years ago, we camped in our van through 14 states.  Last year, we got smart, bought a TENT, and camped for 30 days through 30 states.  This year, we're finishing up the lower 48 states.  I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am that God lets me do this.  I'm not proud, I'm not lucky, I'm straight up BLESSED.  

OK, so this year, we started with some car trouble.  I know, not the ideal way to start a trip.  I am fortunate enough to share the road with Ciara this year.  Ciara has been babysitting for us for the past two years, and she agreed to come along as my traveling nanny!  She's good people.  Anyhow, I'd had  an alignment done, and you know when you take your car to the shop and they start to "find" things?  That happened.  We ended up with an alignment, an AC belt a serpentine belt, and a new tensioner.  They were recharged the AC while they were in there.  I went from the shop to pick Ciara up, we loaded the van, and set out of San Antonio.  Excited and anticipatory, we drove 3 miles and realized the AC was not....cold.  Not even not cold, it was warm.  I called the shop.  "Give it a few days to cycle" they said.  I may be blonde, and I may not be mechanically inclined, but I KNOW I'm not going to make it through 10 hours of West Texas with a "cycling" AC.  I called my regular mechanic, and he got us in right away (I had strayed because he doesn't do alignments.  Never.  Again.). Apparently, you need the shredder valves IN the line for the unit to stay charged.  Mike at the Express Lube on Pat Booker in Universal City.  Go see him.  

We didn't leave till almost 4pm with a air conditioning mishap, so 14 hours of driving later, we arrived in Denver just in time for breakfast.  My sister in law housed us for a few hours of sleep.  Once we'd washed the sleep out of our eyes, we loaded up for food.

Kristina is my sister in law, but honestly, she's closer to being my sister.  She stood up with me at my wedding to her brother, and I stood up with her.  We've laughed, cried, loved, experienced, and done life together.  She's an amazingly talented artist of paper and food (she's a graphic designer AND chef).  When she recommends food, I listen.  Sam's #3 greeted us with coffee and some AMAZING green chili omelets.  The kids crawled all over her, and they weren't denied hugs and kisses.  The visit was short, but sweet.  THANK YOU, KRISTY!

10 more hours of driving... but hey, 10 is shorter than 14!

Driving to the Grand Tetons from Denver was one of the most beautiful drives I think I've ever taken.  The green rolling hills and mountains growing in the distance gave hope to a destination.  We were slated to stop in Falls, ID to camp for the night.  The place we wanted to stay in Wyoming was a first come first serve campground, and we knew they filled quickly.  The plan was to stay in Falls, then leave early in the morning to get to Headwaters by 0900.  Ciara and I were tired, and the drive was taking longer than we anticipated.  With three hours to go, Ciara noticed a sign for camping on the left side of the rode.  We though, checking it out wouldn't hurt anything!  

Warren Bridge is where we stopped for the night.  A quaint campground with a vault toilet, but a beautiful stream.  For $10, who could say no!  With less than a 2 hour drive to Headwaters, we set up the tent and called it a night...

But not before a quick jammie hike to the stream. 

Folks, this is what it's all about.  In a tent with three beautiful kids, a friend and nanny, and God's paintbrush.  Really, who wouldn't be a jolly camper?

Year 3 - It begins

Welcome to the Jolly Camper!  I'm Sara, the Jolliest of campers, and this is my blog.  Every year for the past three years, I've gathered up my children, packed my mini-van, and headed out on an adventure.  Two years ago, we camped in our van through 14 states.  Last year, we got smart, bought a TENT, and camped for 30 days through 30 states.  This year, we're finishing up the lower 48 states.  I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am that God lets me do this.  I'm not proud, I'm not lucky, I'm straight up BLESSED.  

OK, so this year, we started with some car trouble.  I know, not the ideal way to start a trip.  I am fortunate enough to share the road with Ciara this year.  Ciara has been babysitting for us for the past two years, and she agreed to come along as my traveling nanny!  She's good people.  Anyhow, I'd had  an alignment done, and you know when you take your car to the shop and they start to "find" things?  That happened.  We ended up with an alignment, an AC belt a serpentine belt, and a new tensioner.  They were recharged the AC while they were in there.  I went from the shop to pick Ciara up, we loaded the van, and set out of San Antonio.  Excited and anticipatory, we drove 3 miles and realized the AC was not....cold.  Not even not cold, it was warm.  I called the shop.  "Give it a few days to cycle" they said.  I may be blonde, and I may not be mechanically inclined, but I KNOW I'm not going to make it through 10 hours of West Texas with a "cycling" AC.  I called my regular mechanic, and he got us in right away (I had strayed because he doesn't do alignments.  Never.  Again.). Apparently, you need the shredder valves IN the line for the unit to stay charged.  Mike at the Express Lube on Pat Booker in Universal City.  Go see him.  

We didn't leave till almost 4pm with a air conditioning mishap, so 14 hours of driving later, we arrived in Denver just in time for breakfast.  My sister in law housed us for a few hours of sleep.  Once we'd washed the sleep out of our eyes, we loaded up for food.

Kristina is my sister in law, but honestly, she's closer to being my sister.  She stood up with me at my wedding to her brother, and I stood up with her.  We've laughed, cried, loved, experienced, and done life together.  She's an amazingly talented artist of paper and food (she's a graphic designer AND chef).  When she recommends food, I listen.  Sam's #3 greeted us with coffee and some AMAZING green chili omelets.  The kids crawled all over her, and they weren't denied hugs and kisses.  The visit was short, but sweet.  THANK YOU, KRISTY!

10 more hours of driving... but hey, 10 is shorter than 14!

Driving to the Grand Tetons from Denver was one of the most beautiful drives I think I've ever taken.  The green rolling hills and mountains growing in the distance gave hope to a destination.  We were slated to stop in Falls, ID to camp for the night.  The place we wanted to stay in Wyoming was a first come first serve campground, and we knew they filled quickly.  The plan was to stay in Falls, then leave early in the morning to get to Headwaters by 0900.  Ciara and I were tired, and the drive was taking longer than we anticipated.  With three hours to go, Ciara noticed a sign for camping on the left side of the rode.  We though, checking it out wouldn't hurt anything!  

Warren Bridge is where we stopped for the night.  A quaint campground with a vault toilet, but a beautiful stream.  For $10, who could say no!  With less than a 2 hour drive to Headwaters, we set up the tent and called it a night...

But not before a quick jammie hike to the stream. 

Folks, this is what it's all about.  In a tent with three beautiful kids, a friend and nanny, and God's paintbrush.  Really, who wouldn't be a jolly camper?

40 Essential Items for a Three Week Road Trip

The 40 Essential Items to 24 Days on the Road with Your Kids

ie:  The Packing List

9 days from right now, I'll be taking off with four kids (ages 19, 10, 7, and 3, and picking up an 18 year old along the way) on a grand adventure of a road trip.  We'll be visiting 15 states in 21 days and camping in our tent AND in our van!  See the pics below for our setup.  So, here's the conundrum: I have to be able to fit everything from the trunk in the front two seats for sleeping when we aren't tenting it.  Here, I'll show you....

This is the layout of the van.  See the trunk space?  See the front seat space?  Well, the whole list of stuff, minus the air mattress, sleeping bags and pillows need to go from the back.......................

to in between the front seat and the dash.  This includes Annika's car seat.  So I'm posting my list to make sure I didn't forget anything, or maybe even skinny it down!  We've done it for two years running.  Next year, we'll be flying to Alaska and Hawaii, so I'll have a whole NEW set of problems....HAHA!  #camperproblems Please comment and FOLLOW!

1.  Air Mattress
2. Sleeping Bags x4
3. Pillows
4. Cooler with Ice
5. Fresh Food
6. Dehydrated Food
7. WATER
8. 2 pair long pants each
9. 3 pair shorts each
10. 5 pair underwear each
11. 5 t-shirts each
12. 1 sweatshirt/jacket each
13. 1 pair tennis shoes each
14. 1 pair Sandals each
15. 5 pair socks each
16. 1 swim suit each
17. 1 towel each
18. 2 pair jammies each
19. deodorant
20. shampoo
21. conditioner
22. body wash
23. toothbrushes
24. toothpaste
25. face wash
26. moisturizer
27. Sunscreen
28. Bug spray
29. Benadryl/Motrin/tylenol/valium
30. money
31. MOVIES
32. BOOKS
33. Emergency Kit
34. Atlas
35. Computer/Charger
36. Cell phones/charger
37. Tent
38. Tarp
39. Stove
40. Baby Back Pack

Car Camping:

 

Tent Camping:

Home, Home on the Range!

Home is a little town in the middle and slightly to the left in Illinois.  My grandmother was born there, my mother was born there, and my sister and I were born there.  I lived in three different houses, the last since I was 10 years old.  Home is familiar.  It doesn't matter that it's small, that it's an hour from a good mall, and that I had five people in my graduating class.  It's still home.  We were lucky enough to get there during the Taste Of Galesburg.  Corn on the cob, spinach bisque, turtle crepes, live music, face painting, and bounce houses were a welcome break!

Galesburg In the Glow found the kids in the middle of hot air balloons!  This happens every year.  My grandpa and dad actually got to ride in the pink/black/white one up front several years ago.  They launch from the part behind my parents house.  Imagine seeing that every summer!  #home #sigh

Annika wasn't sure about getting all the way in the gondola, and I wasn't sure about Gannon being that close to fire.... 

We took a day trip to Herbert Hoovers birth place (can YOU say Herbert Hoover without singing Annie?)

You know those gazillion cousins I mentioned earlier?  We all have pictures just like this, somewhere.  Riding the pig at the Machine Shed is a family tradition!

The tractor ride is another huge perk, since walking around after the tenderloin sandwich and apple dumpling would have been more of ROLLING around.

Since Galesburg is so small, it's important to have an idea of near by attractions.  Bishop Hill, Illinois is a unique village North of Galesburg.  A 30 minute drive, and Gannon got to help weave a rug in a loom while Annika and Siri watched brooms being made.  

Fishing with Grandpa at Lake Story is always eventful.  So far, no ER visits for getting a hook stuck somewhere besides in a fish.  The most successful catch this year was a GIANT chunk of algae!

The kids REALLY wanted to ride a "real" train (because the metro/subway apparently doesn't count).  We loaded up and drove to Aurora, IL where one of two cousins is located.  We were able to take a REAL train into Chicago where we walked to the Filed Museum.  Mastodons, T-Rex's, meteoroids, and the Chicago Bears were fun, but paled to the fun of playing with cousin Ellie.  Aunt Pat and Uncle Rick came for a visit, allowing us to see 3/4 of the Morozink clan (we only missed Jennifer).

Leaving home is always hard.  Not because it's some amazing, event filled place, but because it's home.  I miss my parents and I wish my kids could be closer to their grandparents.  Every Texas sunset makes me think of the wide open spaces, the rolling plains, and .... home.

Where did I leave off?

I think this is probably the 08213972389th time I've started this specific post.  I've thought a hundred times why I procrastinate my blogging of trips for SOOOOOOooooooOOOOoooo long, and I've come to the conclusion that if I don't blog it, it doesn't have to be over.  I look so forward to a new adventure, I don't want to have space in between.

Well, I've now been on another adventure, and can safely finish off the road trip story. Where did I leave off?  We'd just left Niagara Falls, right?
Ok.

From Niagara Falls, we headed West.  We drove all the way through New York the top left corner of Pennsylvania, into Bowling Green, Ohio.  Our favorite sign? "Moose Crossing".  Every time I hear the word "Moose", I think of the comedian Brian Regan.  You have to listen to this guy.  Hillarious.  Boxen of Moosen.....HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, sorry, back to the story....Now, I have a lot of cousins.  A LOT of cousins.  Like, cousins out the wazoo.  My absolutely favorite cousin blessed our family by joining when I was about 9.  Debbie married my cousin on my moms side, Thad.  When she got married, she had a row of roses over her bustle.  She called it her "Rose-Butt Dress".  I know.  Amazing.  She's the most gracious Christian (but not one of the loony right winged Christians), loving mother, and kind friend.  She offered us her home on our way to my parents, and we were glad to have a home cooked meal, a shower inside a house, and air conditioning!  Debbie is the kind of person who holds her morals and standards, but in such a way that it is neither offensive or exclusive.  She is a fantastic listener, a speaker of kind words, and just the kind of person you want to be around.  Imagine Mary Poppins, American style.  We got to talk to daddy at home (the picture below), catch up with family, and slept REALLY.....Really.....really well...zzzzzzzzzz.

We woke up in the morning, said our goodbyes, and drove off for Detroit.  Detriot wasn't one of the places I was super excited about visiting.  I'd had a few things in mind like, the Henry Ford museum, not getting shot, etc....but we decided to improvise instead.  Not getting shot remained at the top of my list. 

Cannolis are NEVER a bad choice.  Ok, I take that back.  Cannolis CAN be a bad choice, but when they're good, they're GOoooooOOOooood.  Supino Pizziaria was a recommendation from my BFF, indirectly, through Diners, Drive-In's and Dives.  IF there is a DDD place, she wants to try it, and I can't think of a time her food choice has sucked.  We downed our supper amazing pizza, and went in for the sugar and cheese filled fried dough.  You know the kind of cannoli that's crunchy on the outside and still super gooey on the inside with big 'ole chunks of chocolate that make your insides smile?  They were THAT kind of cannoli.  My pants were already tight driving into Detroit, and driving out, I unbuttoned.  

You know what I love about living in Texas?  The wide open spaces and beautiful skies where you can see for miles and miles.  I think I love that because it reminds me of home.  Home is a tiny town in Illinois where politicians and poets have walked, but few have heard of.  Galesburg, Illinois.