Last weekend we packed, loaded, strapped and stuffed our truck full of all the little luxuries that car and kid camping allow...pac'n play, ladder ball, air mattress, not one but two coolers, jumbo sized tent, loads of toys, one dog, and two boys and headed north to our favorite section of wilderness only accessible via Timber Hill an ominous stretch of road. Timber Hill had been gnawing on our conscience since we survived it last summer, but for some reason it didn't seem so bad this year, "no problem" as Conor put it. Maybe this was because it wasn't 9 months pregnant (I don't recommend 4 wheeling in this condition), or maybe it could have been because our Toyota was 20 years younger this year, or possibly because Flex had his own secure place in the back of the truck and wasn't jumping out the window at every lull in the road. Rocky roads aside we made it and found a perfect spot for families and fishermen alike. Conor got in some good fishing (surprise). I'm not sure which tales are taller the fish stories or the moose tales (we had 3 moose sightings). Cully had a massive breakdown when it was time to go and said "next time when we go to the mountains can't we just stay" as if 4 days in the wilderness with 4 kids under the age of 3 is not ENOUGH!
