Camped Out

We survived camping. And to be truthful, there's nothing good to be said about sleeping outside when it's only 42 degrees. Especially when your husband stops to pick up ice bags on the way and puts them on top of your sleeping bag. But you don't discover this until bedtime. And so you not only spend the night freezing and trying to forget all the warnings posted everywhere about bears, but also twisted like a pretzel trying to avoid wet spots.

Now, on to the positives. The rest of the experience was actually a lot of fun. We went with several other families, so the girls were able to jump on their bikes and explore the park with their buddies. There was a beach on a beautiful lake, and Isaac was able to dig in the sand for so long that he actually fell asleep sitting upright. We went canoeing, played lots of games, ate lots of good food, and spent hours talking and laughing around the campfire.

The kids can't wait to plan the next trip. And there most likely will be a next trip. That's the only way we can justify buying so much equipment that we had to pile our clothes on top of the car and attach an extra rack to the back. But next time, I get to decide where to store the ice.