Sunday, July 17, 2011

Fool Hollow Lake

This weekend (remember our weekend is Thursday-Saturday) we got to take our 4th of July Holiday (Rand worked on the 4th, so he took last Thursday as his required "day-off" for the holiday). We planned a long while back to escape the heat and go camping for a couple days. We haven't done much camping with the kids except in our own backyards (wherever they might be all over the country). We planned a trip to Fool Hollow Lake in Show Low, AZ...about 4 hours North East of Phoenix at about 6,000 feet elevation (much cooler).

We packed and planned and packed and we managed to squeeze an unthinkable amount of stuff into our already too small for us car. Rand, as we have discussed before, can pack like nobody's business.

The big boys were bouncing off the walls excited. I'm surprised they didn't explode. They all helped pack. :)

My mom came to town the week before and she stayed behind to hold down the fort and babysit the chickens. She made the boys a road trip scavenger hunt and they got right to work on it before we even got out of the driveway.

We climbed the hills to Payson and then on to Show Low and it was such relief to my dried up eyes to find trees and nature and, hallelujah, cooler weather. Our campsite was smaller than I was expecting but our tent fit and we were up on a rocky ledge over looking the lake. It was beautiful!

It was a little challenging with Easton, but the bigger boys couldn't have had more fun. Climbing the rocks and exploring the "cliff", riding their bikes all around, running over to the play was a boys dream come true! We did a little non-successful fishing, a little swimming, a lot of eating junk food. We were freezing and uncomfortable the first night. The second night we all slept like logs. OH! and the highlight of the trip was a very, VERY close encounter with a skunk. We.are.SO.lucky! It was less than 10 feet from us, probably licking our marshmallow sticks and we were at the picnic table playing Uno by lantern light. Rand heard something and shone the flashlight past our table and there he was! He turned, lifted his tail and waddled off. Silly me wasn't thinking and got no pictures of the thing. I am just so glad we aren't sitting in tubs of tomatoe juice right now!

Easton...filthy and still pointing

My almost 8 year old is looking so big!

I forgot to mention too, and so as not to forget, we had car trouble on the way there AND on the way back. UGH. Coming back was the worst. Let's just say that driving back into the Valley (108 degrees) with our windows down and our heaters blasting was my idea of pure torture. I thought possibly that I was going to die. I didn't. We survived. We made it home and Easton and I bailed out of the car before it was even parked and went straight to the pool and jumped in with our clothes on. Seriously, we did. BUT it didn't dampen our trip...just moves us one step closer to the inevitable move towards a car replacement.

Camping was a total success and we can't wait to go again!


Anonymous said...

I am so glad you had a good time even with the problems. Every camping trip has its problems. I am sure it was not like camping in the PNW. You didn't have to deal with setting up tarps over your whole campsite because of the rain. Which is what you would have to do around here right now. Oh yes!! camping in the rain!! I have done that numerous times. What memories!!!! Love to all from The Great Marshmellow.

Rachel said...

Looks like fun to me! Maybe next time we can meet up and camp together!!!