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wreckdiver1321
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Our day out in the mountains was an interesting one. It was still early in the season, with some snow and spring runoff in full effect in the surrounding streams. I didn't have much of a plan other than exploring the area up along the Beartooth Highway, and re-familiarizing myself with the first couple of miles of a trail I've not yet run to completion, the Crazy Lakes route. This trail starts just off the road to Lily Lake and continues down to... I don't really know where. We got up in the morning and headed up the pass, stopping just off this route for a quick picnic.


This is an awesome little camping spot just off the road, and it's relatively low elevation, which makes it great for early season hangouts.

Lunch was sandwiches for the whole crew. For some reason, the kids' favorite thing to do is climb around in the back of the Land Cruiser, which is both fun and kind of stressful because they are experts at making messes.

We took some time to wander off into the woods for a bit to check out the area. We found another campsite, a little more out of the way than this initial one, and a short walk later we found a little fort someone had put together. The kids thought this was incredible.



Of course, I needed to stop for some glamor shots of the new stance.


After a sufficient amount of run-around time, we hit the trail for a bit. As expected, the water crossing I've yet to complete was higher than I felt comfortable with solo, so we stopped and turned back.

The scenery on the way out was fantastic, especially with the spring weather doing it's thing.


I did manage to find a spot to stretch the suspension just a little bit. Now, this was not maxed out and the truck wasn't even bothered by it, but it sure makes for an entertaining photo op. Gotta love the ol' flex pose.

We hit the upper road back out of the area and paused to gaze at the view for a moment. Here you can see the road leading down to the Beartooth Highway, the only thoroughfare between Red Lodge and Cooke City, just outside Yellowstone National Park. On the opposite side of the highway, the Absaroka Mountain Range stretches east(ish) to west(ish).

We then drove down in Cooke City to get the kids some of the promised godly nectar, ice cream. Though it was a bit chilly and it was a bit rainy, we stopped and got some tasty Wilcoxson's ice cream, which is made right here in Montana. The kids, obviously, were quite happy about this decision. But before long, the weather moved in again.

So we hightailed it back towards Red Lodge. We turned a movie on the rear TV (which is quickly becoming one of my favorite things), and the kids were napping fairly quickly. Meanwhile, Beret and I got to enjoy the incredible scenery which, despite my having driven through it probably a hundred times already, never gets old.


Since it was still relatively early in the day and the kids needed to get out for some more entertainment, we decided to stop off at Wild Bill Lake, a short hike off the main road and a popular picnic and fishing spot for locals. Here, the boys could indulge in their favorite pastime: throwing rocks into bodies of water.
Once again, I could not stop checking out how cool my truck was looking. I was so pleased with the changes it had gone through so far. I couldn't wait to see the project come together a little more.

We took the short hike up the trail to the lake. As per usual, the scenery was lovely and the kids were having a grand old time. Sometimes I forget these simple, easy walks in the woods with kids are sometimes the most fun and memorable. This would absolutely turn out to be the case with this particular walk.



At this piece of shoreline, Dirk stopped to throw rocks in the water, entertained by the splashes. He was seriously lobbing them a pretty solid distance, with giggles and jumping and the whole gambit of physical manifestations of childhood innocence and joy. His brother came along behind him, intent on the same experience. He successfully threw a few rocks into the water without any incident, but around rock number five or so, he forgot that his intent was to throw the rock into the water. Instead of letting go of his projectile, he remained affixed to it and lobbed himself into the lake. Luckily he was in shallow water, so he attempted to stand up, but slipped and went a little deeper in the water. After this repeated twice, mom waded in and dragged him out of the cold lake.


Was Bram upset about this? Did he cry and yell and get scared?
No. He thought it was hilarious.
"That was SO SILLY. Why did I go in the water?"
I don't know, buddy. Maybe don't do that next time?
We wrapped him in mom's hoodie and finished our hike around the lake. We may be clumsy, but we're not quitters!



We were successful in staying out of the lake on the rest of our hike, so that's good news.
Upon reaching the truck, we got the boys dressed in pajamas and buckled them in for the drive home. A few peanut butter sandwiches later, and we had snoring little bears in the backseat, happily resting from a long day of exploring in the mountains.
It's moments like these that really make parenthood worth it to me. Without a doubt, this is one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. Watching my boys discover and play and laugh and learn, and afterwards watching their sleepy little eyes close while they fall asleep happy and unconcerned with the world. I'm not sure if it's mostly happiness or envy with which I look at them in those moments. Maybe both? Either way, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Oh, and the Land Cruiser? This is exactly why I've worked so hard to get one of these. Sure, I can do this kind of thing with a lot of other vehicles. But there's almost nothing as trusty, safe, and comfortable as the 200 Series. It's an easy button for adventures like these, big or small. And I know we're just getting started with each other.


This is an awesome little camping spot just off the road, and it's relatively low elevation, which makes it great for early season hangouts.

Lunch was sandwiches for the whole crew. For some reason, the kids' favorite thing to do is climb around in the back of the Land Cruiser, which is both fun and kind of stressful because they are experts at making messes.

We took some time to wander off into the woods for a bit to check out the area. We found another campsite, a little more out of the way than this initial one, and a short walk later we found a little fort someone had put together. The kids thought this was incredible.



Of course, I needed to stop for some glamor shots of the new stance.


After a sufficient amount of run-around time, we hit the trail for a bit. As expected, the water crossing I've yet to complete was higher than I felt comfortable with solo, so we stopped and turned back.

The scenery on the way out was fantastic, especially with the spring weather doing it's thing.


I did manage to find a spot to stretch the suspension just a little bit. Now, this was not maxed out and the truck wasn't even bothered by it, but it sure makes for an entertaining photo op. Gotta love the ol' flex pose.

We hit the upper road back out of the area and paused to gaze at the view for a moment. Here you can see the road leading down to the Beartooth Highway, the only thoroughfare between Red Lodge and Cooke City, just outside Yellowstone National Park. On the opposite side of the highway, the Absaroka Mountain Range stretches east(ish) to west(ish).

We then drove down in Cooke City to get the kids some of the promised godly nectar, ice cream. Though it was a bit chilly and it was a bit rainy, we stopped and got some tasty Wilcoxson's ice cream, which is made right here in Montana. The kids, obviously, were quite happy about this decision. But before long, the weather moved in again.

So we hightailed it back towards Red Lodge. We turned a movie on the rear TV (which is quickly becoming one of my favorite things), and the kids were napping fairly quickly. Meanwhile, Beret and I got to enjoy the incredible scenery which, despite my having driven through it probably a hundred times already, never gets old.


Since it was still relatively early in the day and the kids needed to get out for some more entertainment, we decided to stop off at Wild Bill Lake, a short hike off the main road and a popular picnic and fishing spot for locals. Here, the boys could indulge in their favorite pastime: throwing rocks into bodies of water.
Once again, I could not stop checking out how cool my truck was looking. I was so pleased with the changes it had gone through so far. I couldn't wait to see the project come together a little more.

We took the short hike up the trail to the lake. As per usual, the scenery was lovely and the kids were having a grand old time. Sometimes I forget these simple, easy walks in the woods with kids are sometimes the most fun and memorable. This would absolutely turn out to be the case with this particular walk.



At this piece of shoreline, Dirk stopped to throw rocks in the water, entertained by the splashes. He was seriously lobbing them a pretty solid distance, with giggles and jumping and the whole gambit of physical manifestations of childhood innocence and joy. His brother came along behind him, intent on the same experience. He successfully threw a few rocks into the water without any incident, but around rock number five or so, he forgot that his intent was to throw the rock into the water. Instead of letting go of his projectile, he remained affixed to it and lobbed himself into the lake. Luckily he was in shallow water, so he attempted to stand up, but slipped and went a little deeper in the water. After this repeated twice, mom waded in and dragged him out of the cold lake.


Was Bram upset about this? Did he cry and yell and get scared?
No. He thought it was hilarious.
"That was SO SILLY. Why did I go in the water?"
I don't know, buddy. Maybe don't do that next time?
We wrapped him in mom's hoodie and finished our hike around the lake. We may be clumsy, but we're not quitters!



We were successful in staying out of the lake on the rest of our hike, so that's good news.
Upon reaching the truck, we got the boys dressed in pajamas and buckled them in for the drive home. A few peanut butter sandwiches later, and we had snoring little bears in the backseat, happily resting from a long day of exploring in the mountains.
It's moments like these that really make parenthood worth it to me. Without a doubt, this is one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. Watching my boys discover and play and laugh and learn, and afterwards watching their sleepy little eyes close while they fall asleep happy and unconcerned with the world. I'm not sure if it's mostly happiness or envy with which I look at them in those moments. Maybe both? Either way, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Oh, and the Land Cruiser? This is exactly why I've worked so hard to get one of these. Sure, I can do this kind of thing with a lot of other vehicles. But there's almost nothing as trusty, safe, and comfortable as the 200 Series. It's an easy button for adventures like these, big or small. And I know we're just getting started with each other.











































































































































