Lost

OK So we are not lost but Ray's Planner which is his brain sense his head injury. was LOST OR STOLEN or both. We did not discover that it was gone until we had traveled 171 miles from our last stop. Frantically we search the cars the trailer but to no avail. We then used the gas guys phone to call Dawson Creek to our last stops but no luck. Now what to do? He has no picture ID no past port. We moved on until we go to Prince George we stopped here. At 5:00pm the kids were stunned. We are stopping already? the cries of delight where heard from behind us. they are out playing on the campgrounds play equipment.

We filed a police report of the LOST/STOLEN "Brain" planner of Rays and called the bank to let them know. now we can only cross our fingers that we can get across the border and someone will be a good sole and turn in our very important "Brain". So please pray for us.
On a lighter note here are some pics of our adventure this is us in Toke. Grandpa Mac bought us a cool bike rake for our bikes but it was breaking our bumper so we had to put them on top of his trailer anyway.

This is the Kids in Toad River

And yet another potty break.. You know that Garth Brooks song about stopping every hundred miles to call his girlfriend. well we are stopping every 100 miles to Pee..

Grandma Oborn got the girls Polly pockets for the trip they are a hit and there clothes also look good on Kyles toes

Sleepy Gabby


Wish us luck on the rest of our jurney Only 1700 miles to go