First Time Camping - WTF was I thinking?

The first time I went camping, I was eight months pregnant and feeling adventurous. In retrospect, I probably spent my hormonal “nesting time” building my first ever camping trip. And apparently, it was very much a “Go Big or Go Home” bucket list adventure. We rented a RV (recreational vehicle) from Cruise America. The RV came with a full bed, dining area that converted into beds for the girls, a small kitchenette, and the “cockpit”. Imagine driving a U-Haul with a 2 year old and a 4 year old from Seattle through the top of Washington, through the bottoms of Canada in a loop to end at Seattle again. Pregnant. We flew into Seattle, Washington, made a beeline to the Cruise America local, filled out the paperwork, inspected our new home for the next couple weeks, and Michael swore up and down he knew how to maneuver this massive beast through tiny Washington streets.

We joined forces on the road with Grannie Annie and Uncle Lulu (my little/big Bro (he’s 6’6”)). Our itinerary was as follows (see that OCD I was talking about?):

Two Weeks, Eight Campsites, Two Countries, One Epic Adventure

Deceptions Pass, WA ➡️ Larrabee, WA ➡️ Bellingham, WA ➡️ Clearwater, BC ➡️ Jasper, AB ➡️ Banff, AB ➡️ Martha’s Creek, BC ➡️ Kelowna, BC ➡️ Seattle.