Miss Viv has
still taken over my blog is sharing her wonderful tips and experiences camping with us. What I love the most about this particular post is that Vivienne shares all the fun her family has while camping – so many neat & fun ways to get away from it all and have fun as a family. A definite plus for the camping side!
To catch up, please check out her previous posts:
In Parts 1, 2 and 3 of these camping posts, I wrote about the traditions associated with our annual camping trip, but also about simple organization tips that make any camping trip easier.
This post is completely personal. This is the stuff that is near and dear to me. It is what we do when we camp in Markleeville.
Even now, it is almost a living entity to me. During the 350 some odd days of the year when I’m not there, my mental picture of The Creek has an almost mythical, ethereal quality. When I get up there for that precious handful of days, I am never disappointed. My memory of it never outshines reality.
The Creek is flat out beautiful.
They build dams.
They take off their flip-flops and let the shoes “race” each other down stream. Each year someone loses a shoe during the race. This year it was Conner.
Devin simply took off his flip-flops and left them on the bank somehow. They were there the next morning, so we only had to go into town for one replacement pair. Dorks.
I wore out many a bathing suit bottom on this when I was a kid. It’s not steep, it’s not fast, but it sure is fun. This year was Grant’s first year to try it. (As you will see, there were a lot of “firsts” for Grant this year.)
Ready to go… not sure that this is such a good idea.
Even with Daddy waiting at the bottom to catch him, he’s not liking it. Definitely not liking it.
But Conner and Mitchell are doing it and seem to be having so much fun….
Even the “new kids” were doing it…
So Grant thought he’d give it another try or two.
By attempt #3…. …he loved it! Click on it and enlarge this picture. Look at this child’s face! It is my favorite of all the photos from this trip, hands down.
There are also good spots to fish in the creek.
Handsome Hubby, who has the patience of a saint (usually) and the teaching ability of a beloved, career Kindergarten teacher, took 3 of the youngest kids to go fishing.
See the Lightning McQueen fishing pole Grant is holding?
Toy fishing pole + salmon egg = the only fish anyone caught on the trip.
His first fish! He is incredibly proud of this, as you can see by his dirty little face. This trout was about 11 and a half inches. Not intending to tell a “Fish Story” but instead, rather confused about increments of measurement, Grant has been telling everyone he caught an 11 foot fish.
Daddy cleaned, scaled and filleted Mr. Trout, then poached him in key lime juice and some spices. Mr. Trout was delicious and passed around as an appetizer. Everyone got to have a little bite. Grant ate three bites. He is already a big fish fan, but he enjoyed this even more because he caught it.
Apparently, if you let your child hunt or gather their own food, they will deem it delish and eat it with great gusto. So you mommies out there having trouble getting your kids to eat their veggies, let them have a little garden and they’ll eat the fruits (and veggies) of their labor.
About 3 miles upstream from where the kids play in The Creek, there are several waterfalls. The Waterfall Hike is one of the things I look forward to the most when we are up in Markleeville.
Daddy wouldn’t let Grant go up on the rocks with the big kids, but he wanted to be in the picture with them.
Above and behind the falls is this pool. It’s shallow near the front and has a sheer drop-off.
The kids all take turns jumping in. (Yes, it’s deep enough.)
This year, Grant got to jump in too. (With Daddy, of course.)
This trip, when the kids weren’t in the creek, they were…
…playing tag in the meadow. At dusk they put on those glow bracelets and played in the dark. It was like watching very loud, brightly colored fireflies once the sun went down. Grant got to play with the big kids this year because he was listening to his big brothers and staying with the group.
….they were hunting for tadpoles, frogs and garter snakes in the pond; checking out the wildlife….
…Grant and I had the treat of seeing this beautiful buck and doe one morning. His first deer sighting.
Grant had a lot of “firsts” on this trip. It tuckered him out. (His filthy feet, too.)