Sammies go to Door County

The purpose of this trip was to meet my family for a reunion in Door County.  Unfortunately, my sister Mo, a cancer survivor, got a bad case of bronchitis that really hit her hard.  My brother, Joe, and sister, Nora, flew in anyway to be with her and my mom.  They just had their vacation at my sis' house.  

Stafford and I decided to still go to Door County, as his parents had planned to meet us up there.

Remember when I said the hounds didn't really adjust to the trailer during the driveway sleepover?  Well, they still hadn't adjusted during our trip to Door County.  Here's what happened...

First let me start by saying Bailey's Grove RV park was great, just minutes from the beach and downtown Bailey's Harbor.  We had a pull-thru site, as opposed to a "back-in" site. You want to avoid backing in whenever possible.  Especially if you have difficulty with spatial relations as I do and can't possibly twist the RV into position while driving in reverse. Seriously. I will pay extra for a pull-thru site. Fortunately Stafford has good spatial skills and can reverse like a pro.

They also had a swimming pool and free coffee.  It's a bonus when the showers are open 24/7, like this one, in case you pull in after midnight and are too tired to hook up the water hose.

Staff's dad, Keith, and Staff

Carolyn relaxing at the beach

Cloud in his favorite spot wherever we go

Yuki and Finny watching the kitesurfers

So about the hounds, on the very first day, the wind was up and my husband wanted to kitesurf in the worst way.  First we took dogs for a walk to get them nice and tired, and theoretically, relaxed. Then we sat with them to show them how lovely it was to just sit in the trailer and enjoy the ambiance. Both Yuki and Finn were put in one of those canvas crates that pack up nicely and look cute with their mesh siding.  Cloud was allowed to roam free because usually he just eats toilet paper or Kleenex, which we had hidden.

We tiptoed calmly out the door and headed to the beach.  Stafford began to surf, and I drove back to the campground to check on the hounds. I was greeted at the door by a panting, bright-eyed, tail-wagging Finny at the door, noticeably not in his crate. Cloud was also standing there looking suspicious with a big chunk of the white plastic from the door at his feet. So much for that cute crate that cost a small fortune. There was a perfect horizontal slice in the mesh siding the exact height of Finn's mouth. Yuki deserves a gold star for being a good girl and staying in her crate while the 2 hooligans wreaked havoc.

More adjusting was clearly needed.