. Well… closer than we would be in Minnesota anyway! Going a few hundred miles south out of our way was well worth it. We drove through Yellowstone, sadly all the campsites in the park were occupied but we managed to find one just outside the north entrance. SUPER PRIMITIVE! But still super awesome. Yeah yeah, watch out for rattlesnakes and grizzy bears, we get all that. That won’t keep us vasseur’s from enjoying the scenery and getting a real taste of the simple life. We set up our camp in the midst of bus size boulders and steep cliffs. We stayed there over night and spent the next day (Wednesday) driving through Yellowstone, down to Old Faithful to roam around for a couple hours, then back through the park. We were originally going to stay again at our favorite campsite but since the rain clouds were coming in and we wanted to get a little closer to Seattle we drove, or I should say Josh drove, until he was too tired to go any further and we set up camp at the Come on INN. It was AWESOME. There are only 6 in the country so it’s not a big chain. It was cozy and charming! We lounged around for a couple hours in the morning and took off for Seattle.
SEATTLE was an absolute blast. We got there and decided to keep it a low key evening, catching up with david and sherril and it was perfect
. Sherril made delicious turkey burgers for all of us and we spent the evening visiting and making plans for Saturday! After breakfast and much needed showers we spent the entire (perfect weather wise) Saturday walking around Pike’s Place Market (Sherril bought us a GINORMOUS king salmon for 4th of July dinner) and took the ferry to Bainbridge Island for ice cream. We ate fish & chips at Ivar’s on the pier and then for dinner met the rest of the Seattle-ite family at a Mexican restaurant in Renton. Aye aye aye! It was yummy! Before going to dinner though we got to stop at the Central Saloon – Seattle’s oldest saloon. Such bands as Nirvana got their starts there and it was awesome to be in such an historic place! Sunday (4th of July) we ventured out to Bonney Lake to see more family – my aunt Evelyn, her hubbie Barry and my cousin Derek. They have a beautiful home and shared all of their bear hunting stories with us. It was so great seeing them since we don’t get to very often, if ever! When we got back to David and Sherril’s it was time to start cooking our phenomenal 4th of July Dinner – complete with the 10 pound King Salmon that couldn’t have tasted any better. Sherril made tabouli, potato salad and a few other delicious side dishes! It was one of the best meals I’ve ever had in my life. We visited for the rest of the night with everyone – Chris (David’s son/my cousin) came by for dinner along with April and Greg (Sherril’s daughter and son-in-law). After visiting it was time for bed and we realized we had chatted right through fire works, which we all seemed to be ok with! It crossed my mind that last year on this very day I had seen fireworks in at least 3 or 4 different states, in hundreds of cities, in the same night so I wasn’t too upset I missed fireworks this year. Before falling asleep I managed to get most my things organized for take off tomorrow morning. Monday rolled around and it was time to say our goodbye’s for now. We drove to the airport where I separated from the crew and they went on their merry way to Canada while I flew to Reno to get back to the “9-5” as ash put it
And so it begins. The next journey. This one got a premature start when we (my mom, dad, brother and I) packed up and headed out west for a camping adventure. We left Monday morning, june 28th and got as far as the Theodore Roosevelt National Park nestled ever so cozily in North Dakota before setting up camp. Thinking of North Dakota I never thought it had much to offer, but stumbling upon this magnificent piece of scenery was a real treat. We drove 5 miles through rolling hills and plains (yes, even spotting a town or two of prairie dogs) to find our campsite and set up our little nest in the middle of a quaint campground. It was filling up quick so we just found the first open spot and pitched our tent, made dinner and even got to catch an organized talk about prairie dogs put on by the campground staff! We snapped a few photos and had a great time. Surprisingly enough we got along really well – not wanting to pack up and head home within the first 24 hours is a task that isn't so easily accomplished with my family sometimes J but we love each other regardless. After the first night we packed up and continued on our adventure. We decided a detour was in order since we were "so close" to Yellowstone