For Memorial Day, Kelson & I took our first camping trip together to Idyllwild. It is a cute, little town up in the San Jacinto Mountains. We stayed in a cabin there for our anniversary last year and loved it, so we decided to go back. Kelson was ridiculously excited to use all of our camping gear for the first time.
Kelson grilled me a seriously delicious dinner, including corn on the cob and some of the biggest steaks I have ever seen. I think Kelson might have eaten two pounds of beef that night.
How many people do you know who camp with goblets and a pepper grinder? Welcome to the Mosier family. We had a great time camping Friday night, and then we spent Saturday enjoying the community-wide yard sale and finding treasures for the baby.
We couldn't get reservations at the camp ground for Saturday night, so we headed home that afternoon and spent the rest of the weekend playing around Chula Vista. Kelson's specialty is weekend breakfast, and he made me his favorite "mini-breakfast" for Memorial Day. It included mini-omelets, mini german pancakes, sliced oranges, and hash browns. I love it when Kelson is home!
That afternoon, we drove to Imperial Beach, near the border, and went for a bike ride in the Tijuana River estuary. Some places have deer crossings on the freeway. We have illegal immigrant crossings. This is my favorite road sign ever.
The estuary was gorgeous. We saw cranes, egrets, pelicans, and lots of other birds.
Memorial Day weekend was super fun. Since it fell right before our 2nd anniversary, we counted our trip to Idyllwild as an early anniversary celebration. It has been a wonderful two years!
It is a little bit hard to see in the picture, but the trail goes straight up. No switchbacks at all. I looked at it and was pretty sure I would never make it even halfway. Fortunately, Kelson was very patient with my plodding speed and frequent (as in every 20 feet) rest periods, and we reached the top. Unfortunately, we found out when we got to the top that we were nowhere near the end of the trail. There was a little bit of more level ground, and then another climb even bigger than the first one, also straight up, to get to the summit. At that point I gave up and let Kelson finish. I felt pretty good about my accomplishment though.
As I sat at the bottom of the final climb waiting for Kelson, I was visually searching the mountain side trying to see where he was. I started to get worried because I couldn't spot him. Then I saw a guy dressed in black running down the mountain at top speed, and I knew that had to be my husband. I was right.
Our first climb of Mt. San Miguel was several months ago, before we even knew I was pregnant (thus my significantly slimmer figure). Since then, we did it once more together. This time I let Kelson run up the mountain while I plodded very slowly. I still made it, but with even more frequent rest periods this time. That time, Kelson timed his climb to the summit at about 38 minutes (It is around 2.5 miles, most of it straight up.) He was determined to beat his time, so a couple of weeks later while I stayed blissfully asleep in our bed, he got up at 5:30 on Saturday morning and tackled the mountain again. He came in right around 29 minutes. He is awesome like that. I think we can count San Miguel as conquered!
