Just so you know I didn’t have any additional incidents with the trailer, thank God! Well, other than the fact that on our way home I didn’t close the fridge completely…yeah, a bit of a mess. And the fact that my hubby wouldn’t allow me to use my new portable toilet, he didn’t want to deal with black water on the first camping trip…don’t worry, I forgave him for that one.
So the whole purpose of this vacation was to meet up with Andre and her family and to travel to Sagle, Idaho because we were so close…alright, we weren’t that close, about four hours away, but after what happened on the way to the campsite, let’s just say my hubby and boys didn’t complain about driving me four hours to visit Sagle.
…and I wish they had complained because the trip up/down, well, it was something else!
Let’s start out with: It was a dark and dreary morning, the clouds clung to the mountain tops christening them with their tears…You got it, it was raining. No, it wasn’t just raining, it was pouring. For four hours up and four hours back…it rained relentlessly. Getting any decent shots were next to nil and spending four, no wait, eight hours in a truck with three men…there are no words to describe the experience. They say pictures paint a thousand words…go painting.
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| Pouring rain the entire trip. Welcome to Coeur d’Alene… |
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| Gotta love the hubby, he’s soooo, well, you can come up with something on your own. |
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| Mr Looks So Innocent – NOT! |
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| What mom? I didn’t do anything, yet… |
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| Such a gloomy day, but don’t worry, the boys have their own way of brightening things up. |
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| Scenery near Sagle, Idaho |
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| Welcome to Sagle, yup, it’s really small. |
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| Your local Sagle coffee stop. |
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| And elementary school |
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| Whoa! Wait! They have railroad tracks?! |
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| Looks like the kind of place a Timeless would live, right? |
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| Roads leading to small ranches, farms, dwellings |
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| Out in the middle of nowhere |
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| Look honey, another curve in the road… |
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| Community Hall |
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| I think this road leads to the O’Shea’s temporary residence… |
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| Your official “Entering Sagle” sign |
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| And then the fun begins… |
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| The oldest swiped the camera from me |
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| The same rules apply no matter the age…if they’re quiet they’re up to no good! |
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| Yeah, what a goofball! |
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| Mr. Cool |
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| Me kindly requesting my camera back |
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| The oldest thinking he’s super funny |
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| Me threatening him harm if he doesn’t hand it over |
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| Me trying to follow through on the threat…not very well I might add. Notice the hubby laughing in the background? Yeah, funny, sweetie, very funny… |
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| I won’t bore you with the rest, but let’s just say that when I got into the car the word paparazzi was used and the pictures were being snapped wildly…mostly because I was swinging my arm in the back to grab the camera! |
I’ll let my ending comment’s be something like this:
Me replying after hubby says something that he should have regretted: “You like living on the edge, don’t you?”
Hubby: “Baby, I’m on the edge with you everyday, it’s like being on the front lines!”
Enough said!
Watch for Part III, yes, you’ll finally get to meet the real life Andre.
Now that's funny. When we traveled with the kids, it was at night, pack a bag under the seat for the day light hours, and wake them at the gas station for breaks. lol what fun. You brought back some memories for me.