By the numbers…
1133 miles. Four days.
25.4 carats of sapphires.
21.5 (rough!) miles up to a middle of nowhere ghost town.
A dozen rocks with opal in them.
A 10-person tent (in reality, it’s 5-6).
Four kids, one mom.
One giant, fantastic jail.
One luggage rack container we have named “Batman.”
Not even close to enough flashlights.
We know how to vacation.
A few highlights. More detail when I feel like sitting down to load/catalog the bunches and bunches of photos later. Have work, appointments, and a leaking floor/falling down ceiling to deal with.
Meet the newest member of our family up top there. Batman.
(Jury’s still out whether he’s awesome, or not… no rain that we had to deal with, and all our stuff was where I needed it to be, so, so far, he did well in all his inexpensive, lumpy glory.)
One of the few times they weren’t arguing/mad at each other.
“It’s not fair, he found more sapphires than me!”
“Well, he has been sitting there looking for them, so yes, he’s found some.”
“But it’s not fair!”
Ghost town. A little scary driving the route we did, but the van did manage to make it. Yay! Was a little neve-wracking that last mile and a half. But very cool, and mostly worth it once we finally did arrive there.
The view from way up where we were, coming back down the scary ghost town road. Beautiful view. Awful road (kept up by the forest service, so if you’re familiar with forest service roads…). At least for us non-four-wheeler folks.
The 8yo wanted to take photos with my phone. 6yo was trying to limp noodle away, 10yo was being goofy (and my hair was greasy and weird from four days of no shower). The rest areas in Montana were a trip. Rather than a big long room of stalls? All individual ones. So, say, you have a passel of kids. Pile into one bathroom, do your business, and go about on your merry way. We stopped at more rest areas than one would hope. Ah well, such is adventuring.
Second campsite. Happened to be #13. Kind of a weird coincidence. Were much closer to the vault toilets at this one, that was nice. By the end of the trip, the big boys were getting better at folding the tent up. It’s definitely a 2+ person ordeal. It would take me forever to do it by myself. Think it has a bigger footprint than the van, honestly.