In Stitches over Huckleberries (Literally)

Last week was a tiring one… All week our family worked hard to accomplish as many tasks as possible on top of our regular workday activities so that we could go camping over the weekend and feel completely at peace with there being nothing waiting for us when we got back. On top of all of that there was the packing and preparing for going on a family camping trip with the 4 of us, our 2 dogs, and a family friend. I was constantly reminded of how many little things needed to be considered when camping with kiddos and animals instead of just getting up and going like my husband and I could when we didn’t have so many obligations. 🙂

Anyway- all of that work was going to be worth it to me- because we were on our way to a great spot for picking huckleberries. Visions of pancakes, mikshakes, pies, cobblers, tarts, and jellies were dancing in my head. I was so anxious for the reddish, bluish, purplish fruits to be filling our buckets! And I was so excited to be spending some time away from the world with my family in the nice and peaceful forest land without too much worry or care and only fun times ahead.

Now picture that little bubble of excitement and thought floating above my head like in a cartoon- and take an imaginary dart gun and blow a dart right into it to pop it. That’s pretty much how our trip went.

First- Friday was an incredibly busy day at the office. I had no time to take a quick lunch to make sure I could pick up ice for the food chest- so that was going to have to wait until I got off. When I got off, I got a call from my husband stating he had fallen into a lake while helping a friend get a sinking boat out of the water. He wanted me to pick him up flip flops since his shoes were wet. Poor guy. So I got ice for the food, then I drove to a couple places before finally finding some flip flops. Then I picked up my kiddos and we made our way to the camp spot about an hour later than expected. I thought- oh well, that’s ok- we’ll have all day the next day.

So we got to the spot and got settled. The kids ran around and played for a bit while we set up our tents. The fire wouldn’t start for a couple of hours so we had a 10pm dinner. Even that’s ok! It was still a great roasted hot dog and s’more dinner! Then I tucked my kids in their tent and joined my husband in ours. Not 20 minutes later there were LOUD cracks of thunder and HUGE flashes of lightning. I ended up with the children and both dogs in the other tent to try and keep everyone soothed. The storm, along with rain, lasted ALL night long. There was maybe an hour of sleep we got in between the storm noises, children’s worry questions, and dogs barking and moving around. Not to mention the mosquito bites… Ugh!

When we got up in the morning everything was soaked. We quickly changed into the clothes that were only a bit damp from the rainwater soaking into the tents and getting all over our packs. Then we sat and tried to be patient while waiting for a fire to get started. While my husband worked on that terrible task with wet wood, I changed my mind on waiting and took the kids out to start the berry picking. I figured we’d probably warm up and dry up faster if we were walking now that the sun was coming out. We were so excited because the berries- though not quite ready- were plentiful and large! We got a few handfuls before my husband started walking up to join us. When my kids spotted him they were anxious to show off how much they put into their buckets- and here’s where the last straw of bad luck for our camping trip occurred. As my daughter ran down the dirt road towards my husband, she tripped and fell into the ditch area and a stick hit the front of her leg. Both my husband and I ran towards her and lifted up her pants as she was crying. We found a 2 1/2″ gash that was about 1/4″ deep and split wide open. She was blessed that it didn’t go deeper because there wasn’t much blood, but I looked at my husband and said we needed to go now.

After bandaging up my baby’s leg with some first aid supplies as my husband held her in his arms, I took the 1 1/2 hour drive down to the emergency room with both my kids. My husband was stuck with the task of packing up the campsite but I am so thankful that he did that.

My poor little girl was so nervous and scared. She was okay the whole way to the emergency room- but once she was on the operating room table she panicked. Huge tears flowed, and high pitch screams entered my ears when she got shots of numbing medicine- but she did such a good job of staying still with my holding her down. And thanks to that numbing medicine, she didn’t feel any of the 12 stitches the doctor used to fix up her leg.

So- there was our camping trip. Although there was a lot of “bad” that happened- it all turned out ok. We still built memories (how many can say they camped through a thunder and lightning storm?). We still got enough berries for milkshakes and pancakes. And my daughter’s leg was able to be fixed easily- it could have been much worse.

We all got home and were very tired. We spent the whole weekend just unpacking and sleeping. I’m behind on quite a few tasks and wants that I was hoping to accomplish- but I’m just happy to be with my family safe and sound. We’ll probably try again next weekend and see if we get better results all around. 🙂

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