Apparently when you go on vacation and you're pregnant, it's called a "babymoon". 

Personally, I think that's a silly term but that's just me. 

We celebrated our 6 year wedding anniversary on this trip and also 6 months of pregnancy! As per usual with our lives, the trip was not without plenty of adventurous shenanigans. To get to the cabin, you drive up, up and up a gravel road for about 1.5 miles. Doesn't seem like that much, right? Keep in mind this is a mountain road- steep and very curvy. My Escape is front wheel drive only and when we hit the last half mile, I learned exactly what that meant. That thing was NOT going to forward hike it up the last big hill. We tried twice and skidded both times, having to reverse down the steep path. I wanted to just give up and go home, in true Kristin fashion, but in true Nicholas fashion he was not going to let us be defeated. We decided to leave the car and hike up the rest of the way with the dogs and all of our luggage. STRAIGHT UP HILL, on gravel, 6 months pregnant, for about half a mile. Like I said, it doesn't seem like that far, but it was so strenuous that our legs hurt for 2 days straight! 

Luckily, the owners of the cabin have neighbors nearby that came to our rescue and reversed my car up the hill and drove it to the cabin. There was no way I was going through that again and leaving the cabin until it was time to go home, so the neighbors (a complete Godsend) offered to pick us up whatever food we needed the next day since they were going into town. The Lord always seems to put people in our path right when we need it the most. 

SO- shenanigan number 2:

After we got settled, it was around dusk and we took the dogs out to pee. Guess what was hanging out at the top of the driveway? A black bear! As soon as I said, "Holy sh** it's a bear!", he ran off and we got the dogs inside super fast before they could see it. My legs shook for half an hour! I'd never seen a bear in the wild that close before. Buffalo, elk, moose, coyote, yes, but not a bear! After that scare, every time we took the dogs out we made sure to have them on their leashes and make plenty of noise. When the neighbors dropped off our food the next day, they asked if we saw him because he visited their porch and tried to get snacks from the bird feeder 3 times that night! 

Other than that, it was a MUCH needed relaxing weekend. To sit out on the porch and hear nothing but the sounds of birds and nature is such a high form of therapy. No cars, no planes, no sirens, no excessive barking from the neighborhood dogs, just peace. 

I loved staying in the cabin, but it made me miss camping so much. Having 30 lbs on my belly means I can't carry a hiking backpack on my back and hike into the forest like we usually do every year. I miss my hair smelling like campfire and sleeping in a tent by the river. While Nick and I differ greatly on the age we will take our Littlefoot camping (he says 5 years, I say ASAP), I can't help but constantly dream of spending outdoor time with our sweet boy.