Felix and I woke up at 6 AM to have a yard sale on Saturday. I sold about $10 worth of stuff. Lots of people who wanted the larger items were no-shows. Not a total waste of time, though, as my house needed to be de-cluttered and the garage needed to be cleaned anyway.
So I closed up the garage around 9:30 AM, and packed the last few things we’d need for a night of camping with some friends. The campground is about 2 hours from town and doesn’t allow reservations, so it took an extra 45 minutes (and a really scary old logging road) to find them, but it was so worth it once we arrived.
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| View from our campsite at Horsethief. |
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They had borrowed an RV so I didn’t have to bother with a tent, and it
was a nice luxury to have a bathroom, lights and heat. It was my first
time trying to camp with two babies in the same space, and there was
definitely some squawking and middle-of-the-night crying, but no big
meltdowns, thankfully. Felix has outgrown the mini Pack N Play for
sleeping, so I pulled him up on to my bed after much tossing and
turning. He slept on top of the covers, face in the corner, butt up and
in my face. I think we got about 6 hours of broken sleep.
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| Good morning! |
It also turned out to be a milestone weekend, as Felix cut his third tooth and figured out how to blow (on hot food, for example.) He scrunches up his face and some air comes out his nose, too, but he has the right idea, and it’s SO cute.
During the day we took a few little hikes around the river, where we saw an osprey swoop down and grab a fish right out of the water. At night, we had wine and gourmet smores around the campfire. (Place your toasted marshmallow on top of a
Le Petit Ecolier.)
Sunday morning, we weren’t in a hurry to get home since there were no evening obligations. Felix and I finally packed up and left the campsite around 2:00. I stopped in nearby Cascade for some coffee and Felix was already asleep, as scheduled. The plan was for him to nap all the way home, so I could enjoy a nice drive through winding mountain roads.
On our way out of Cascade, quite a few emergency vehicles passed us. About 17 miles later, all the highway traffic came to a complete stop. A park-your-car, read-a-book, get-out-and-stretch-your-legs stop. We waited for almost an hour, until Felix was awake and crying, and I had learned that a head-on collision was blocking both lanes a couple of miles ahead of us.
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| He didn't enjoy the highway stop. |
With a really hungry kid, no baby snacks, a broken phone charger (service was spotty anyway) and a quarter tank of gas, I decided to turn around and go back. We got to a place called Cougar Mountain Lodge, an overpriced greasy spoon/convenience store type place with no shade other than the dusty front porch.
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| Lesson learned - pack healthy snacks, even on short trips! |
By this time, the authorities had stopped letting people try to get through, so the lodge was overflowing with hot, tired campers (and dogs) who just wanted to get home. I agonized over going all the way back to Cascade to fill up my tank (and getting behind the 17 additional miles of traffic that had accumulated), or pressing my luck and trying to make it 30 miles to the next town when the roads opened. I decided to stay put, mostly to save Felix from even more hours in the car.
About 2 1/2 hours later, we saw the air ambulance fly out and a tow truck came by with the remains of the minivan involved in the accident. “Horrific” is the only word I can use to describe it. I was relieved to learn later that there was only one victim (the driver at fault) and not a family of 7 killed by a cattle truck as rumor had it. Funny how rumors spread, even in the middle of nowhere.
The roads eventually opened again and traffic started moving slowly but surely. We were very happy to get back home - it felt like we had been gone much longer than one night!