I can honestly say that this is the first time I’ve ever done the whole #TBT thing but when I saw this post from Jessica at The Mom Creative and then stumbled across this picture I knew I had to share the story behind it.
This was from our family camping trip to Oregon back in June 2004. We left the day that school got out. In fact, my parents picked us up from school that last day with the camping trailer attached to the truck and the trailer with the 4-wheelers attached to the suburban. This wasn’t the first time that Silly-Sister went on a family trip with us and it wasn’t the last either, but it is definitely my favorite from when we were growing up.
My Grandparents drove over from Idaho and met us at the camp site. We thought we were cooler than KoolAid because my parents let us put the seats down the in back of the suburban so we could sleep in there. At the time we thought it was because my parents wanted us to have fun, but at this point I’m pretty sure that it’s just because we were super loud at night staying up late and would have kept the whole family awake. Seems kinda selfish when you think about it… I joke, I’m sure it was a 50/50 mix.
I’m telling you, it was awesome! What else was awesome? The fact that one night we heard someone outside and we figured it was my parents so we sat up and looked outside to find out that it was a bear. I believe the conversation went something like this…
Me: Holy crap it’s a bear!
Silly-Sister: Oh my gosh!
Me: I know…
Silly-Sister: No, I have to go to the bathroom..
Me: Hold it… we gotta call Mom!
After we used the walkie-talkies to tell they you could see the lights come on in the campers and the family sat there watching the cute, but scary, bear wander around looking for food. Poor Silly-Sister had to wait for quiet a while before we were brave enough to sneak out of the suburban and walk to the bathrooms.
Sadly that wasn’t the only crazy adventure that happened that camping trip. A few days later, my Daddy decided that the trip was getting boring… We had been out riding and he and my brother decided to go back the long way while the rest of us went the short way. After we had been back at the camp site for about 20 minutes and realized that they weren’t back yet we started to get a little worried. Then my Dad showed up soaking wet, in pain and without my 9-year-old brother.
Apparently he somehow went off the bridge and woke up in the water with his 4-wheeler on it’s side. Since he was alone, he had to get it flipped over and get it out of the river all by himself. Oh… and with only one good arm. We ended up spending the whole next day at the hospital in La Grande while my Dad got x-rays to find out that he had broken his arm and would need surgery, they told him to go see an orthopedic surgeon when he got home. He ended up having to get pins in his arm and everything. Go big or go home right?
Grandpa jumped on his 4-wheeler and went looking for my brother. Apparently he had road ahead a little way, which wasn’t uncommon and he knew that if he turned around and couldn’t see us behind him he was supposed to stop and wait for us. My Grandpa found him sitting on his 4-wheeler, scared because my Dad should have caught up with him by then, almost in tears. Poor kid.
In the end it was still one of the best family trips that we’ve had full of lots of good, and some not so good, memories.