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Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Hell's Half Acre (July 3)

We spent the night in Idaho Falls on July 2nd. It was quite the rush to get down there after leaving the Canada Day parade in Raymond, but we made it around 10:30 at night...except we made it to the wrong hotel! Apparently there are two Best Westerns in Idaho Falls and we'd set our route to the wrong one. The other one was just down the road, however, so the lady at the desk gave us directions and we were once again on our way.

"Cotton Tree Inn. Cotton Tree Inn," Andrew said. "We're looking for the Cotton Tree Inn."

"There it is!" Benjamin squealed. "It's behind us!"

"No, it's not," Rachel seethed (her patience was just about gone at this point in the trip). "Shut up!"

"No, it's right there!" Benjamin insisted. "Cotton Tree Inn! Dad turned left and he should have turned right!"

Thank goodness for little readers! Benjamin had indeed found our hotel and we got checked in as quickly as possible so that we could get our little brood into bed.

They were all excited for hotel breakfast in the morning (fruit poops! DIY waffles!) before setting out to meet Auntie Emily and her family for a little pit stop at Hell's Half Acre (the rest stop at mile marker 101 on I-15). Or at least at what used to be called Hell's Half Acre. Now it's called the "Lava Trail System," which is a much more boring name. But whatever it was called, these little cousins were excited to get together again.

Auntie Emily with Maren on her lap, Rachel with Zoë on her lap, Gavin, Benjamin (with his arms pulled into his shirt because it was a little chilly for our taste), and Miriam


Zoë was particularly perplexed because Maren was wearing "her" pants (when in fact they are Maren's pants that just happen to be exactly the same as Zoë's), probably because my cousin Tracy's daughter had borrowed a pair of Zoë's pants to go to the parade (it was a cold morning and she'd forgotten to bring pants). Zoë was anxious to get her pants back from her little cousin and then Maren shows up wearing her pants! 

She was fine once we'd assured her that Maren had Maren's pants and Zoë still had Zoë's pants, but it was a tense couple of minutes. 

Here are our intrepid hikers who kept running ahead of the group (we took turns chasing after them):

Benjamin and Gavin
 Don't ask me what Rachel's doing here, but I love this picture of her beyond words:


Here's Gavin, Rachel, and Benjamin overlooking the lava plain:





We stopped at this gazebo to gaze at the mountains in the distance:


The kids were all bouncing around pretending to be monkeys and lions and, in Zoë's case, chickens:



Here's another lovely picture of Rachel:


Here's Benjamin pointing out a super-exciting something on the horizon:


Gavin, Miriam, and Benjamin

Gavin with his dad
Emily with Arwyn
The rest stop is built into a big hillside (or there's a big hillside because of the rest stop) and the kids had a blast running up and rolling down over and over again. In fact, the kids probably had more fun on the hill than they did on the hike.

Zoë on the hill
I just love this picture that I snapped of Rachel with Arwyn (those two are pretty fond of each other) even though Arwyn isn't looking at the camera because I caught Zoë mid-somersault in the background (it looks like that landing is going to hurt):


Here's a little of the chaos of nine kids 10 and under on a hillside (they were all over the place):

 

Whenever Zoë would do a somersault, she'd end up sliding down the hill several feet (it was just that steep) and Benjamin started tobogganing down the hill on his stomach. I had him take off his shirt because the shirt he was wearing was a decent one—it still fits him well and is a nice collared school shirt—and I didn't want it to get all grass stained, so he went sliding down the hill on his bare chest.



The irony of my attempt at saving his shirt is that while we made it through this entire road trip without a single potty accident or bout of car sickness, Benjamin sprang a nosebleed a few hours after leaving Idaho Falls (so right in the middle of nowhere), and it was a gusher. So his shirt that I had saved from grass stains...was now covered in blood. 

We used up our entire stash of random restaurant napkins from the glove box and still his nose kept on bleeding. Of course, he didn't really understand our instructions and it took us a while to find a place to pull over so that we could assist him. 

Everyone was screaming at him. "PLUG YOUR NOSE! HOLD THE NAPKINS UP TO YOUR FACE! BENJAMIN! BENJAMIN! HOLD IT UP TO YOUR NOSE!"

And he was just sitting there, the napkins under his chin, catching the blood as it cascaded out of his nose and waterfalled over his mouth and chin.

It was a horrible, horrible mess in the backseat. But I think we managed to get all the blood stains out of that shirt...

Anyway, here's a dizzy Miriam after rolling down the hill:  

Miriam
 Here's Maren sliding down the hill on her belly:

Here's Andrew with Emily and Arwyn (with Rachel kind of photobombing):


And here's my attempt at a picture of me with Alexander (which Rachel photobombed again):

Alexander missed this entire pit stop, he was just so cozy in his front carrier
Here's Arwyn peek-a-booing at me over her mom's shoulder:


And here's poor Maren's face:


She tripped (not while we were being wild on this big hill, but while we were calmly walking along the trail) and completely faceplanted:


Here are Rachel and Miriam ruining their pants (but they both already had holes in their knees so the pants were already on their way out (leggings don't last long)):


And here are the kids picking some golden currants to munch on:





Uncle Morgan assured them that they were a safe berry to pick and eat (he knows a lot about wilderness survival and told us both the common name and the latin name for the berry).

It was great to get to see Emily and Morgan and their kids (as well as getting a little leg stretching before loading back into the van again)!

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