A happy home

Hiawatha Trail.

Coeur D’Alene.  Now that’s a town worth spending more time in.  We camped at Heyburn State Park, about 45 minutes south of Coeur D’Alene and then we spent so many hours driving to all the destinations around Coeur D’Alene that we had planned to visit that we barely scratched the surface of this apparently awesome northern Idaho town.  Three days was definitely not sufficient.

We biked the Hiawatha Trail the first day, which turned out to be an all-day adventure.  We drove across the Montana border to pick up our tickets, parked our car at the trailhead, got everyone situated with working headlights and lamps, and were on our way.  The first tunnel is 1.2 miles long and the darkness is a bit of a shocker.  Not to mention the cold.  There are gutters on either side of the tunnel to funnel the water away from the center of the path.  Still, the path is plenty wet and you’re bound to get a few drips of water on your face as you navigate the dark abyss.  Or, get splashed by the person in front of you.

Tim took the lead, with Jack in tow – I told him to put the plastic shield down on the bike trailer.  He didn’t.  Lily and Rachel followed him eagerly and Eve and Anna lagged behind with me as we approached the tunnel.  Then Anna just HAD to take a picture and stopped right in front of me.  Eve was apprehensive about entering without me so I rode around Anna, telling her she’d be on her own so that Eve wouldn’t have to go it alone (Tim and the others were already well into the mountain at this point).

It wasn’t quite the start we were going for, as we ended up split into three groups, but we made it to the other side relatively unscathed.  Except for Jack, who was splattered by the mud that Tim’s rear wheels kicked up.  It must not have been terribly traumatic for him, though, because he did not utter a peep the whole time.

The next ten miles boasted sweeping vistas, exhilarating trellises, a few short tunnels to break it up for the kids, and a light breeze for good measure.  There’s a slight downhill grade, just enough that you have to keep pedaling but not enough to work your legs into oblivion.  Truly, this is the perfect family bike ride.  The last five miles leave a bit more to be desired.  By now, you’re deeper in the canyon so there are fewer tunnels, trellises and the views less stunning.  Plus, it’s probably afternoon by now, unless you got an early start and the altitude change is just enough for the heat to settle in a bit.

None of this would have been a problem for me, but for the kids, well, mostly my youngest, it got to be pretty taxing.  To her credit, she was riding the bike that was least equipped to ride on gravel.  It was your typical kids bike – heavy with no gears and the bumpiness was really getting to her.  The last five miles I spent coaxing her into pushing through, stopping for quick snack breaks, assuring her that she was doing great and that she would make it (though even I had to contemplate the possibility of walking her bike the last mile or so).

I even started breaking out into song, singing my best rendition of “The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow” to infuse a bit of light-heartedness into the atmosphere.  She wasn’t having it.  The girl was bent on being miserable.  I even quoted Jeffrey R. Holland, who said, “No misfortune is so bad that whining won’t make it worse.”  Not surprisingly, that didn’t work.

Five miles of this.  Five agonizing miles.  Then all of a sudden, we rounded a corner, saw the end of the trail and her beloved sisters and dad waiting patiently for us and she was all smiles.  It was like the last five miles had never happened.  For her.  I was still fuming inside at the emotional acrobatics I’d had to perform just to keep her from throwing her bike off a ledge.

We loaded up into the shuttle bus, which took us back to the initial tunnel and we pedaled back through for another 1.2 miles where our car was parked with her merrily singing the entire way.

Despite the torture exacted by this particular daughter, it was perhaps the best bike ride of my entire life.  The scenery was stunning, the physical exertion minimal, and the uniqueness of riding on what used to be an old railroad lent a variety not seen on a typical trail.  If you’re looking for a higher exertion and adventure level, this may not be your ride.  Try Slick Rock in Moab, Utah, cause this trail’s for families with young(ish) children.  Loved, loved it.

Priest Lake State Park Lionhead Campground

Our family trip this summer took us up to the Idaho Panhandle, to an area just a few miles from the Canadian border in the Selkirk Mountains called Priest Lake.  Since we’d be camping for over a week, I figured we’d go the state park route so that we wouldn’t have to brave vault toilets and avoid showering the entire time.  Well, much to my chagrin, Lionhead campground does not, in fact, have flush toilets, nor does it boast showers.  There ARE, however, flush toilets and showers at Indian Creek Campground (also in Priest Lake State Park) and your reservation at Lionhead will get you in for free.  The jaunt from one campground to the other takes at least 20 minutes but it was well worth being clean for a day.

After arriving at Indian Creek Campground, we quickly discovered that, despite not having flush toilets and showers, Lionhead campground was definitely the better of the two.  Less crowded, more shade, better scenery…it was far and above the best choice.  Our campsite at Lionhead had ample space, easy access to running water, a short walk to a beautiful beach and gorgeous trees surrounding us on every side.  Being close to a lake, however, the mosquitoes were pretty relentless, so come prepared.

All in all, it was probably one of our very favorite places we’ve camped.  Next time we’ll be sure to stay a few days longer so we can canoe the Thorofare (there are boat rentals at the beach) to Upper Priest Lake, which is a no-wake zone, apparently.  There are no services for miles so come prepared with plenty of food, gas, and tolerance for “roughing it”.  The front entrance to the campground sells ice (2 bags per campsite) and ice cream, which saved Lily from eating the real food I’d prepared.  We were filthy, our tummies were full, and our spirits satisfied by communing with each other and nature.   Two thumbs up for Priest Lake.

Priest Lake Natural Waterslide

Priest Lake Natural Waterslide – an absolute must-do.

Our first day at Idaho’s Priest Lake was spent exploring the surrounding Selkirk Mountains.  We had read about a natural waterslide in the area and were thrilled to find that it was just a few miles up the road from our campground (Lionhead).  We took the road as directed (just ask the rangers at the Lionhead campground for directions – basically if you take the dirt road directly across the street from the campground entrance and stay to the left for 3 miles or so until you reach a concrete barricade just before a sharp left turn, you’re there), parked our car and began the 1 1/2 mile hike.

The grade was negligible but the shade spotty, so I’d recommend hiking in the morning, as we did, if the day is forecast to be hot.  Another reason to begin early is that the parking is limited so you’d just as soon beat the crowds.  We had to cross streams about ten times and the entire river once along the way.  It was somewhat precarious, but only because we were carrying on our backs our 18-month old son with brittle bones, but under normal circumstances the water-crossings would have been par for the course.

Definitely family friendly and pretty much zero risk of being swept away by the stream.  Here is a picture of the average crossing:

No biggie, right?  There was only one where we were past our ankles.  Cold, but not treacherous in the least.  You can hear the water pretty much the whole way and you’ll know you’re there because it will look something like this(and there will probably be other people enjoying the area):

We hiked up after crossing the river, but there are a few sunny dry spots on the rocks on the other side so we crossed again to hang out in the sun and take our turns sliding down.  It was smooth and the current was steady.  If you’re not wearing shorts, a lot of people recommend packing a couple of trash bags to put underneath your bottom.  I was wearing shorts so the trash bag was superfluous.

You can go down either side relatively safely, but we found that the right side (as you’re looking down the slide) was less bumpy and less swift so we preferred it to the other side.  You have pretty much zero control once you get going, which is fine, if you like that sort of thing.  For those of us who like to exercise some measure of control over our speed, there’s really no point in that.

Rest assured that the pool at the bottom of the slide is sufficient to stop you regardless.  And, if you’re still concerned about going off the edge into the rocks ten feet below, there’s a rope that you can grab to save you from your death.  Seriously though, experiencing a natural waterslide and being risk-averse really don’t mix, so cut loose and take your chances.   We watched others practically throw themselves down this thing at breakneck speed and the meager pool at the end still stopped them.

We had a fantastic time.  The scenery was breathtaking, the weather delightful, the company enjoyable and the level of exertion just right for our crew.  Priest Lake natural waterslide for the win.

Silverwood Theme Park

Our campsite in Heyburn State park was pretty legit, but we scheduled so much time on excursions we barely had time to enjoy it.  Our first meal was campfire calzones, made ahead of time, frozen and cooked over the grate of the campfire.  Tim and I make a great team – I do all the prep and he builds a fantastic fire for reheating/cooking.  Yum-O.

Silverwood Theme Park was a winner.  We went the day after July 4th so I was a bit nervous that the crowds would be oppressive.  As it turned out, we barely waited in a single line all day.  We hit every ride more than once (some I wished I hadn’t – I’m talking about you Aftershock), saw an awesome magic show and even made sure at least one of us puked.  Check, check, check.  I have no idea what happened to Eve, but at the end of the night, as we rode the train around the park, I glanced back at her, saw her looking rather pale, asked her if she felt sick, at which point she grabbed her mouth and I sprung into action, frantically emptying the a Ziploc bag of its contents so that Eve could vomit right into the bag.  Tim didn’t even notice the entire event, though he was sitting beside her.  Such a dad.  I made him hold the bag until we exited the train 20 minutes later.  I have to admit, it might have been one of my proudest mom moments, as the alternative would have been quite the opposite.  Ziploc for the win.

Silverwood, we will be back.

Summer fun. More aptly named June fun.

We kicked off the summer with some pretty awesome routines to ensure that we were enriching our minds and bodies , reveling sufficiently in the outdoors, exploring our town, and building relationships.  It lasted through June before it all went down the tubes.  We had several summer camps and a family vacation to thank for that.  But June was the stuff summers are made of: cooking with the kids, sewing, reading, hiking, biking, field tripping, and the like. Here’s a taste of June 2017:

Our family is so unbelievably blessed.  We fit this and so much more into a few short, blissful weeks.  I seriously LOVE summer with my family!

Camp cooking hack.

We’re vacationing on the cheap this summer.  Yes, that means we’re camping.  Tent camping, no less.  Camping can get expensive really fast if you don’t prepare your own food.  And, it can get exhausting really fast if most of the prep work hasn’t been done before the trip.

Which means, for the last week I’ve been making breakfasts and dinners galore that can be easily cooked or reheated on a camping stove (or in the fire) so we can enjoy yummy food in minutes with minimal mess.  I started with French toast sticks.

Keeping marriage alive.

Date night.  I used to think there was no way we could pull it off.  Our kids were difficult, babysitters were expensive, we were so stinkin’ tired by the end of the day that doing anything besides hitting the sack seemed ridiculous.  We wasted many years justifying our low frequency of date nights.  Then our oldest turned 11.  And suddenly a whole new world opened up to us.  Tim and I could pay her far less than hiring outside help, but enough to keep her honest.  So date night became a thing for us.  We have a basic rotation of what we do for our dates – a monthly lunch date, an evening at the temple, an occasional game night with friends, movie night at home, a walk or bike ride on the Greenbelt.  My favorite though, and of course it’s the most expensive of the lot, is our season tickets to the Idaho Shakespeare Festival.  4-5 plays a summer and we book the tickets ahead of time so that it’s on the calendar.  Works like a charm.  It’s a built-in date night doing something we both love.  Outdoor theater with my man.  Building our relationship one act at a time.  Genius.

The way to a man’s heart.

Dads have come a long way in recent years.  Studies suggest that they help more around the home and with the children than ever before.  Despite this, our appreciation/respect for what they do may or may not have improved accordingly.

This Father’s Day we set out to make certain Tim had no doubt how much we love a appreciate everything he does for our family.  How better to do that than through food, glorious food?

For starters, the kids scoured Pinterest for just the right candy bar poster.  

We kicked off the morning with a nutritious breakfast of (yep! They’re homemade!) Boston Cream Donuts.

I could have stopped there but since dinner has to get on the table, why not make it a special request from our special guy?  Louisiana Chicken Pasta it was.  Seriously delish.  (Though, as a side note, I would recommend pounding the chicken breasts super thin so you don’t have to deep-fry them to the point of looking burnt…the chicken tasted divine but didn’t make for an amazing display). 

All that(and a Sunday afternoon nap) made for one happy daddy.  That night Tim thanked me for my hard work and thoughtfulness and remarked that he needed to up his game on making me feel awesome on Mother’s Day.  Cha-Ching!

A break for Lily and me.

You know that time you wrote a lengthy blog post about a fun experience you got to have with your second-born which you subsequently deleted?  No?  Well I do.  So let’s just hope that in this case a picture is worth a thousand words.  Sixth-grade field trip with Lily was awesome.  The end.

We run for food and friends, in that order.

I signed the kids up for Boise’s Capitol Classic again.  It’s a one-mile run down Capitol Boulevard for kids ages 6-14.  My girls never hesitate when I ask if they want to participate any given year, largely because they can count on at least one friend for company along the path and, more importantly, they anticipate the after-race party in downtown’s Capitol Park with food, games, potential prizes and food.  Wait, did I mention that already?

They came walking  flying down the street with their friends by their side and smiles on their faces.  They barely broke a sweat.  I’m not sure the race is the “boost” to fitness it’s intended to be, but whatever.  It’s a great way to kick off the summer.