Stop to smell the roses

Sometimes life becomes so hectic, weighty, and frantic one forgets to stop and smell the roses. This 4th of July was the perfect opportunity to do so, so we decided to get out in God's country to refresh our souls. After three weddings in two weeks (last one July 3rd) and Chris having to deal with some very heavy issues at work, we both needed life to slow down a bit and a little peace and quiet. We four wheeled in 3 miles up Baldie Mountain. Chris took us to a spot he found last year when he was hunting.

It was absolutely beautiful, with sweeping views of the entire Susitna valley, Knik Glacier, even part of Anchorage. Chris made good use of of his 4 wheeler trailer and brought a weed whacker and a chainsaw with us, making for a perfect camp site.

We spent the night making smore's, and watching fireworks down below.

The following day we all went down to a creek, had a little water fight,

and then.... made more smore's. We decided late that night to pack out as the weather was ominous and the thought of packing everything up in the pouring rain wasn't appealing. We began packing up camp around 8:30pm and finally arrived back at the suburban around 11:30pm. We were SOAKED!

It rained on us the entire ride back. Raegan fell asleep (as she always does on a 4 wheeler) so I had to hold her while steering with one hand. This made for a few unintended jolts into ruts which threw Gunner off twice and Calvin, who was sleeping at the time, into my back once (he was NOT happy). Tucker was a real trooper with his 80cc Suzuki. When he'd head up root filled hills he'd punch it, bounce back and forth until he reached the top. His wheels were spinning so fast I was praying he WOULDN'T grab traction. When we arrived back at the suburban everyone was very excited to get inside except Calvin. He expression was more "Who cares, I'm already soaked, tired, mad, and did I mention soaked?" as he sat in the rain, watching everyone else scurry for cover.

We had a very memorable, wonderful, relaxing 4th.