After a few misread directions, we arrived at Crandall Creek Cabin in the Crazy Mountains of Montana. 24 miles from the nearest small, western town, my sister, her 3 kids and I (and Cali the St. Bernard of course) were ready for some wilderness vacation. Our Spring outings usually involve backpacking into the depths of the forests, jumping across flowing creeks and climbing steep mountains with a twinge of regret.
|Carrying all the essentials|
The squeaky door was about as ambitious of a task as I was willing to take on and a few squirts of Pam cooking spray and I had my one and only accomplishment of the day.
|Breakfast of champions!|
|Headed to the creek to keep the cooler in the cold mountain water|
|The girls doing a happy dance as they explore the cabin|
|Just a little fishing|
|All three headed down to the creek with the floating raft for shade|
|Our campfire ring looking North to Target Rock|
|Serious cribbage games first thing in the morning|
|Sunrise on the last morning|
|Heading Home. Cali is wiped out...|