Tenderfoot Campground on Summit Lake

This will be a short but sweet.
We arrived Thursday afternoon. It rained, but wasn't too cold. The creek running along the backside of the campgrounds was overflowing its banks and completely washed out 2 sites. We waited for our friend Adam and his kids to show up later. Kids played, we sat by the fire watching the daylight never really go away. Of course at night I slept on and off between wiggling out if my mummy sack to re-paci the babies, readjust Adeline when she scooted too far down into her sleeping bag, and mike's middle of the night bathroom breaks. Only to be up and at them at 4am thanks to the snaggle-toothed Ben. I threw pants and a jacket on over my jammies and Ben and I took a walk around the campground. I paid extra attention because we were in bear country, but all I saw were bunnies. Still crazy early in the morning and very bright out, I set out to make some coffee and read a new to me parenting book, 'scream-free parenting'. Not that I 'scream' but still it was good and I needed something to do.
This day was the exact opposite from our first day. It was HOT! 60 doesn't sound hot, but the sun is crazy close out here and you'll swear up a storm if you don't watch yourself. The babies were hating it, everything. They refused to nap, refused to play in the pack in play and only wanted to be worn. Mike and Adam ended up on kid duty all day about. Walking to the creek, playing in the lake, and walking up a mountain. I finally gave up trying to get the babies to sleep so we decided to go hike Devil's Creek Trail. We show up and there's a well worn hiker, his huge pack, walking sticks, and gnarly dog well equipped with bear bells. He tells us that there's a huge grizzly up there and to watch out. Great. We set out knowing we wouldn't make it far with three kids, two babies, and super sunshine. We saw columbines, bluebells, and tons of other crazy cool ferns and flowers. Then we came across it, bear scat right on the path. I'm freaking out. We're overtaken by a German who's hiking to Cooper Landing, we're talking an all day hike. Crazy. We turn back, and the speed at which we started has slowed drastically with occasional children stopping altogether and just flat out sitting on the trail. Back at camp we assess our sunburnt faces, and I suspect I've brushed up against some cow parsnip because my arm burns. We make dinner, and I start to put the babies to bed. Not happening. Seriously not happening. 3 hours worth of trying; bottles, changes, cuddles, soothing, blankets, hushes, and finally I gave up and we wore the babies as we had 'kid free' time around the fire. To top it off, Adeline got a cough, a nasty honking type if cough and Ben cut his second tooth.
Oh I forgot to add that we didn't bring enough water, and the water at the campground was from a pump and said it needed to be boiled. It was yellow, and still tasted awful. Thankfully the creek was fast moving so we filled up there. I'll never forsake water, good clean drinkable water again.
Never again I told myself. Three times we've camped and it's not getting any easier and I'm struggling to have fun. Maybe it'll get better? Like a light switch will flick on with the babies and they'll just relax, sleep, and be in the great outdoors.