Our first night on our road trip out west was in Minnesota at the Beaver Creek Valley State Park.
We drove our longest day on the first day because, like my wise friend Leanne told me, they’ll be the most excited on the first day. So go farther. The car is still fun! We were racing this sky on our way in to the state park, hoping to set up before it started pouring.
We just made it, I got soaked but the kids were dry and the camper was up. We had a dry night and an early one. The kids woke up with the sun the next morning (the entire road trip we were up around 5:30 every morning with our adorable non-sleepers, thankfully we kept gaining hours on our way West) and since we didn’t have service we didn’t know what time it was exactly, but were sure it was still before the parks quiet time ended.
They hopped on their bikes and we went exploring.
I felt some feelings, this place was kind of magical.
We packed up the camper after breakfast and were on the road before 8 am that morning.
We had rain (usually thunderstorms) every day. My mom called it our daily storm.
And we got through it just fine. The adventure had begun.