Anyone following me on twitter saw the following two tweets from me last Friday:
Fever finally broke. Going camping in the rain with two kids under 3. Hiking eagle Mountain tomorrow. Life is pretty good.
And when i say “camping in the rain” I probably mean a hotel room in Duluth.
Well, here’s the whole extended story. Grab some popcorn.
Friday was one hell of a day. I was sick half the day and spent all afternoon trying to figure out if I was going to leave work early or not. But I thought about it too long and just spent the whole afternoon watching my cube spin in circles.
Mel and I had been planning on waking up early Saturday morning and heading out for the North Shore for a camping trip, since our son CH is over 3 months old and hasn’t been yet, but I was feeling lousy and didn’t think it was gonna happen. I fell asleep around 8:00 PM and slept through till around 9:00 AM the next morning. I woke up feeling great, though, so we loaded up the car anyway and started driving north, despite the fact that it was raining.
We felt a little dumb going camping in the rain, but we knew if we didn’t go for it this weekend it wasn’t going to happen at all this year.
Well, I thought I was over the fever, but it returned with a vengeance right around Duluth. Compound that with the fact that it was still raining, and camping was looking pretty unattractive. Left with a few hours to kill, we hit up the Great Lakes Aquarium, which probably would have been better had it not been spinning around in circles. I’m pretty sure that for at least a few minutes, my daughter KP was running around on some indoor slide while I was slumped over a fake log.
But then, the fever actually did break, and the rain stopped. Next thing I know, I’m doing this:
And my wife was all like:
And the tent was like:
I was worried that sleeping was going to be a miserable time with a restless toddler kicking me in the gut over and over again, but nope. Smooth sailing. The kids were great and we were all just snuggled right in all night.
In the morning, we drove over to Eagle Mountain, the highest point in Minnesota, and hiked to the top. KP sat in her new “Special Backpack”.
Eagle Mountain is pretty underwhelming compared to some of the other great mountains out there to hike. At 2,301 feet above sea level, it almost qualifies as a foothill in most states. That being said, the hike was physically taxing, especially when lugging a two year old around on your back. I’ll admit, I pulled a few muscles and could barely walk the next day. I’m blaming the fever.
On the way home, we stopped off for a bit of sight seeing along the north shore.
OK. Well that’s the only thing I’ve done worth writing about in the past 6 months. How about you?