We went on our second annual camping trip a few weeks ago. It was a little different from our wing-dinger of a camping trip last year. No skunks. No baby screaming in the middle of the night (Lucy got to stay in luxurious accommodations: my great friend's house...Dave wasn't about to repeat any craziness of last year's trip with that sweet baby in tow). No one forgot marshmallow roasting sticks. We got there early enough that we weren't pitching our tents in pitch black. You get the picture. I'm sure the reason it went so smoothly was because we went with some experienced campers with all the gear you could ever want. We love you guys!I LOVE camping. The above picture epitomizes why in my mind. Like Claire you can just forget about all the pressures of life and just soak in that gorgeous nature. I have the greatest memories of camping with my family growing up.
This hammock was a huge hit.
Gotta love those camp fires.
The G. family had this amazing grill...we ate very well.
We go way back with the G. family. Dave grew up with the mom, went to college with the dad, and we ended up having the same kids...same ages, same sexes (except that instead of following suit with one last girl at the end, they opted for a dog). Those little girls on the end were born on the same day and are both named Claire.
We hiked over to a gorgeous lake. The next day we even went fishing in it. Elle caught her first fish.
Claire "looked" for fish with the binoculars. Nope, didn't spot any.
Walkie-Talkies and wood-whittling. Could a kid ask for more fun?
Love the light.
Serious cheese whiz. I know, gross.
Our brand, spanking new tent is on the left. Love that thing. Good job, Dave.
The dads with "the Claires."