Have We Lost Our Minds?
Pregnant with our fourth child, my husband has a moment of inspiration and suggests a cross-country family trip during maternity leave.
6:30 am. Brogden vomited as I turned him toward me. Splashed all the way to Bubble. No one else stirred. I cleaned up the mess and prayed for showers at this state park.
Tiny was awake when I returned so I switched babies and got the keys to retrieve Tiny's shoes. Remote will not work. Key in ignition. Great. Everyone gets up to walk (children barefoot) to the bathhouse. I take littles on a nature walk to leave George to call AAA.
By the time we returned, news was received that it would be an hour or less. Baby's diaper was full. On the walk, I remembered the stock of them in the roof top box. Changed baby and pulled out warmer clothes since I keep hearing San Francisco is windy. Clothes changed (No showers. Thumbs down.) and tent packed away right in time for our rescuer to arrive. I try to find the good each time plans go awry. Keeps me from going off the deep end on this trip. We wanted an early start. Girls in car seats by 9:05. We got an early start. (Key was left a little in accessory position overnight)
Delayed by the Big Sur Lodge where George stopped for post cards, stickers, and food. Must have less staff with the mudslides. Food took an hour to order and receive. Finished up Planes: Fire and Rescue waiting for George. I moved up to the front seat for the drive. I miss the views in the back. Girls are having withdrawals and call my name every 30 seconds. They want to get in the water so bad.
17 mile drive is gorgeous. Touch the Pacific Ocean at Seal Rock. Bubble quickly falls in love. Tiny feels opposite.
Drive into San Francisco Zoo put us there at 3:30. Maps in hand, and elders bee lined for the giraffes. Gorillas next up. Biscuit's favorite.
Forced the girls to the back of the zoo as quickly as possible. Stopping only to smear peanut butter on bagel halfs for a 'meal'. The push turned out in our favor; announcement that Zoo was closing in 15 minutes came as we reached the farthest animals. Wolves. Grizzly bears. Worked out way to the exit slowly and then a little faster once the closing announcement came and a biked security officer escorted us to the front. We were all alone and 'lost' in the Australian section so the help out was welcomed. At the main entrance, people were flushed out from various walkways to the parking lot. George paid for our parking when he got the tickets. Gated arms now standing open since after closing. Don't mention that wasted $10 to George. Still upset.
Work our way through town to Crissy Field upon recommendation. Unload for a picnic dinner at the tailgate. Girls are burning energy and George has to eat a hamburger with the dreaded loaf bread. Something I don't mind but bugs him. He takes a walk to find his zen again and reports back about the grills and tables right over the hill 50 ft away. Zen lost again, I explore with the children. Re-centered George joins us for some pictures and a walk along the shore and pier. Elders get told how cute they are running after each other and it makes me pause. They are cute, six and four, and acting like it.
Sunset was picturesque and finding our way through town put us coming out the north side of San Francisco later than intended. A detour on PCH delayed us more. Trying to find a campground in unfamiliar territory with spotty service to look up ones is difficult. George and Biscuit got out to scout one at Point Reyes, came up empty handed. By chance found Samuel P. Taylor Campground, sign said full but we were desperate to lay our heads down and took a look.
12:20 am. Selected a spot. It says reserved for Barnes but no Barnes here. Start to set up the tent and a raccoon ran off with my cookies into the woods. Galant George perturbed by the indignation and brashness of a raccoon to go into the suburban first challenged the coon verbally at first. This fat, brazen raccoon just stood there looking at him like "OH, l wish you would". George threw his flashlight at him and he retreated, albeit with my damn cookies! George grabbed a SMALL rock and gave chase. They met face to face just behind a large stump. I couldn't see what was happening but from what I was able to be hear it clearly was not cordial or improving. They exchanged words and moments later George came back with my cookies. Drama over we were all in bed by 1:00 am.
Steps taken: Biscuit found the missing piece to the Fitbit. Scotch taped it together to charge. Fingers crossed tomorrow there will be a count.
Miles driven: 235.6