As The Campground Kids head to Montana to visit Glacier National Park, they find this trip is nothing short of bizarre.
It all starts when their truck breaks down, and they use a loaner from a local displaying an odd bumper sticker. On their way into the park, they are nearly run off the road by another driver. While setting up camp, they hear yelling in the distance between two people. To top it off, Ethan insists a yeti is running wild in the woods.
After the dust settles, the family decides to play an innocent game to see who the stealthiest person of the group can be. Each of the family members takes a position, and the game begins. But Isaiah soon senses something is wrong.
Suddenly, without a sound, they all vanish...
Did a yeti really exist? Was this all coincidence or was something bigger at play? What happened to 1he Campground Kids in Glacier National Park?
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This had very little to do with Glacier National Park and a lot to do with a Romeo and Juliet or Hatfield's and McCoys sort of story. Fueding families and kidnapping random campers who were using a borrowed vehicle from the mechanic?!? Why even set it in the park? Anyways, three stars since my 9 yr old enjoyed it. My 13 daughter thought this was "cringey and cliche." Also, since these stories are more appreciated by younger readers, I think it would be better to leave the "romance," in this case the "eloping of the forbidden loves" out and find another plot.
This one had basically nothing to do with the park and was about everyone getting kidnapped 🤦🏼♀️. Least fav so far. Kiddo still likes them, so we keep plowing on 🥴.