Thursday, June 19, 2008
Well, we had a police escort yesterday, compliments of the Otter Tail County Sheriff’s Office. After asking for a campground recommendation while at a gas station, K-9 Sergeant Scott Koennicke and his dog Zorro were kind enough to lead us to a fabulous camping area, Delagoon Park, in Fergus Falls, Minnesota.
What a beautiful spot! The camping area overlooked a gorgeous spring-fed lake and the girls had a blast playing on Pebble Beach and rolling down the grassy hills. We skewered hot dogs and roasted them over the fire, and the girls were asleep within minutes of their heads hitting their pillows.
We had a brief moment of panic when we first arrived and I asked Jerod for the crank to begin setting up our pop-up camper. “It’s right in that box where I always put it” was his reply. Nope. Apparently it was about 460 miles back East at good ol’ Jellystone Park! Thankfully the jack crank was able to get the camper up and back down again- and our first stop of the day was at the local RV store for a replacement. $31.93 later, we have a new crank and I have a story to hold over Jerod for a long, long time!
Speaking of stories to hold over Jerod…
North Dakota has long stretches of road with very little to offer besides prairie land, cattle and mud. Tummies started to get hungry in the middle of one such stretch of road, so we pulled into a truck stop for gas and a potty break, and to ask how far it might be before we hit some sort of civilization. The station attendant said the next “real” town was over 90 miles away, so we opted to feed the kids a gas station burger and I went inside to pay for the gas while Jerod headed to the other side of the parking lot to let the dogs out for a break. When I came back outside from paying for the gas (to help gather up the kids and Grady’s bag of lunch stuff) I saw the girls trudging through the mud back in my direction. Jerod had mis-judged the vast amount of quicksand-like goo and had gotten the van and camper nicely stuck. How, I still don’t understand, as it looked very, very obvious to me that the area he chose to drive through was virtually impassible by anything other than a monster truck.
Thankfully the truck stop had a nice little service station guy who, with the help of his truck and a tow strap, pulled the car and camper out of the mud. We then proceeded to wash all of the girls shoes with the service station hose, and headed inside for lunch. I wonder what kind of excitement the afternoon holds for us?
Well, we had a police escort yesterday, compliments of the Otter Tail County Sheriff’s Office. After asking for a campground recommendation while at a gas station, K-9 Sergeant Scott Koennicke and his dog Zorro were kind enough to lead us to a fabulous camping area, Delagoon Park, in Fergus Falls, Minnesota.
What a beautiful spot! The camping area overlooked a gorgeous spring-fed lake and the girls had a blast playing on Pebble Beach and rolling down the grassy hills. We skewered hot dogs and roasted them over the fire, and the girls were asleep within minutes of their heads hitting their pillows.
We had a brief moment of panic when we first arrived and I asked Jerod for the crank to begin setting up our pop-up camper. “It’s right in that box where I always put it” was his reply. Nope. Apparently it was about 460 miles back East at good ol’ Jellystone Park! Thankfully the jack crank was able to get the camper up and back down again- and our first stop of the day was at the local RV store for a replacement. $31.93 later, we have a new crank and I have a story to hold over Jerod for a long, long time!
Speaking of stories to hold over Jerod…
North Dakota has long stretches of road with very little to offer besides prairie land, cattle and mud. Tummies started to get hungry in the middle of one such stretch of road, so we pulled into a truck stop for gas and a potty break, and to ask how far it might be before we hit some sort of civilization. The station attendant said the next “real” town was over 90 miles away, so we opted to feed the kids a gas station burger and I went inside to pay for the gas while Jerod headed to the other side of the parking lot to let the dogs out for a break. When I came back outside from paying for the gas (to help gather up the kids and Grady’s bag of lunch stuff) I saw the girls trudging through the mud back in my direction. Jerod had mis-judged the vast amount of quicksand-like goo and had gotten the van and camper nicely stuck. How, I still don’t understand, as it looked very, very obvious to me that the area he chose to drive through was virtually impassible by anything other than a monster truck.
Thankfully the truck stop had a nice little service station guy who, with the help of his truck and a tow strap, pulled the car and camper out of the mud. We then proceeded to wash all of the girls shoes with the service station hose, and headed inside for lunch. I wonder what kind of excitement the afternoon holds for us?
1 comment:
I'm SO happy you are updating! I just happened to check today and there are your exciting adventures...keep 'em coming!
We miss you and Kailey asks about you daily. This is a great way to keep her happy.
Hey Jerod, way to go!
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