I hate it when I lose stuff!

Especially when it’s a wheel. 

Off my camp trailer.

In the dark.

At midnight.

100 miles from home.

I don't mean just the tire,

I mean the WHOLE wheel fell off.

As we pulled into Mile-and-a-half campground, 

something started scraping the ground big time.

 We checked to make sure our back trailer jack was still on there. 

(We had dragged it over several bumps and tweeked it.)

 It was fine.

 But one of the dual wheels was gone. 

We parked our trailer as soon as we could and put the kids to bed.

Then Hubby and I drove back up the road to see if we could find it.

We couldn't, so we drove back to our tilty trailer.

Our bed tilted really badly towards our pillows,

 so we slept in our bed backwards so our heads could be uphill.

Earlier in the evening,

we had driven up the right road, but thought it was the wrong one

 when nothing looked familiar.

Then, we drove up the wrong road for 5 miles before we realized it,

then had to turn around with a 26 ft. trailer.

We went back to a familiar spot to start over looking for

"the spot." 

We got back to the same right road, and still nothing looked familiar,

but we decided to stay there anyway, 

cause it was late.

I had a flashlight 

and was scanning the area for a place to park the trailer,

when my light picked up two shiny objects close together. 

The objects didn't move for several seconds. I thought it must be two shiny pop cans. 

Hubby threw some rocks in their direction, and then the spots moved a little. 

They were eyes!

 I got the chills. 

Hubby got nervous.

We hurried back to the car.

 We turned around and headed back to familiar territory elsewhere. 

Just as we pulled into the familiar campground,

we started scraping the ground.

The next morning Hubby left at 730 and went looking for the wheel. 

Kash went with him since he had slept in the car. 

They went all the way up to where we had been lost the day before. 

They found nothing. 

Hubby came and unloaded the car and put the trailer's 

spare in the back to take to town to get a new tire put on it.

(Our spare tire was shredded.)

  I asked if we could just spend 10 minutes looking with a few more eyes and legs. 

We went immediately to the ravine that I had suspected earlier. 

Kinzie and I looked from the top of the ravine for about 50 yards

 before Kyson got out and helped look.

 He grumbled at me,

"Why are we looking right here since we could see all this from the car."

 I thought he was being non-helpful, 

but I asked him facetiously if he wanted us

 to go look in the bottom of the ravine, and he did. 

Kort got out of the car, and I had an idea to have him look on the edge

 of the road to see if he could find any of the lug bolts that had been lost.

By now we had covered 100 yards. 

After a minute Kort had found a lug bolt, and it had been sheared off. 

He took it to show Hubby and sure enough, it was ours. 

That was a huge clue, 

since the wheel could not have come off before the lug nut and bolt did,

 so we knew it had to be in the ravine. 

All the kids got out, and we scampered down the ravine to look around. 

The ravine was about 50 yards down at about a 30 degree angle. 

 Not too steep but slippery in some spots and had trees and fallen logs 

to break the fall of a wayward tire. 

We had looked for less than 5 minutes when Kyson spotted the wheel. 

We had missed it from the top.

 It was almost right below where Kyson had suggested going to the bottom of the ravine. 

The wheel was about 50 feet from the road.  

Hubby loaded the lost wheel that had a shredded hub and took the spare shredded tire 

and went to Kanab to have them combined.

 At least we didn’t have to buy a new tire. 

The one we lost and then found was pretty newish. 

Hubby was gone about 2 hours, and it cost about $40 to have the wheel fixed

 instead of $120 if we had not found that tire.

Kyson grilled us some hot dogs

since Hubby was gone.

I had forgot to bring ketchup, so we used a lot of mustard.

Kash got out the bows, arrows, and the target.

Someone got really angry with him and took it away- only to find out later that

 the stuff wasn't his to be taking away.

I started a puzzle while Hubby

was gone. I got bored before it got finished, so

I took a nap. I guess my two oldest boys got into quite a fight

over the last piece. I slept through it.

(When Kyson was little, he used to take a piece of a puzzle

and hide it in his pocket so that he could put the last piece together.)

Dinner time, 

I cut up 4 pounds of chicken before anyone told me that it stunk.

 I have the most sensitive nose in the house, 

and I stuck my nose right in the chicken to see if it was still good,

 and it didn’t stink to me. 

But it did to a few others. 

When I got to the last piece it could smell it. 

So, Hubby took it away and buried it. 

I forgot

 to bring a big pan,

so I had to cook corn for 9 in 3 small pans.

I had thrown a case of soup in at the last minute, 

so we had corn on the cob, soup, bread and butter, hash browns, 

cottage cheese Jell-O, and slushy root beer.

We happened to bring a Cuttco demonstrater with is, 

so we sat through a practice round.

After the demo, after the sun went down, we got out the 

ice cream.

It got cold eating ice cream, so we went inside the trailer and had hot chocolate.

Hubby had spent several hours earlier trying to fix the generator with no luck, 

so he had to hook the trailer up to the car battery so we could take a shower.

During the night, Kort's sleeping bag fell of the top bunk; how do you lose a bag you are sleeping in?

I found it, cause I had to go potty.

It turned out to be a good thing 

that I had to turn on the light to help him, 

cause I found Kamarie completely uncovered and freezing.

Then, I couldn't sleep.

I had little league running through my head.

(that's another story)

One of my kids woke up in a bad mood and had PMS big time all day. 

When he gets these pms episodes, (which is often)

I am not allowed to breathe, eat, be alive, talk, or anything else 

that would distinguish me from a corpse.

Someone assured me that going away to school

for a year will make a big difference.

All I can do is hope. 




Some random cute pics of my kids.

Around 10:30 it rained. The kids took down the hammocks. 

We went to this place where we usually take pictures then we came back and loaded up.

On the way to what we call the "family tree," we found a campsite with a swing, 

We are SO gonna stay at that site next time.

We pulled our trailer to a camp spot close to the family tree, ate sandwiches,

 and took pictures of us at the tree.

The tree in the center is the tree that broke off due to the cable choking it for so long.

The tree swing is just not 
as fun anymore since the cable fell off a few years ago.

Someone has turned this meadow into a road, but they have no idea of the history they are passing on their way past the "tree."

Some random pic I found on my camera after Hubby
 got a hold of it.
silly hubby.

Cute pants, huh? I found them in my closet. 

I don't remember buying them.