Going camping is probably one of my favorite memories from my childhood. We went quite a bit when I was young, and I vividly remember the excitement and freedom that I felt running around the woods with my brother, chatting on walkie talkies and sitting by roaring camp fires at night. I went camping with friends a few times as a young adult, but we didn't start camping as a family until Rowan was about one year old. That first time was a pretty rough introduction - it rained the whole time, the campground was really crowded, the tent leaked and that roaring fire seemed a lot less fun with a wobbly toddler running around it. We persevered though, and have had some really fun camping trips since then. Everyone's favorite was our trip up to Lost Lake last year - we still talk about it all the time and can't wait to go back this year!
We have been waiting anxiously for some good camping weather, but summer is slow to arrive this year and with soggy ground and unending rain, tent pitching seems like a very distant memory. Finally the kids and I couldn't stand it anymore, and we decided to have our own little camp out inside, as a protest to the stormy weather outside. We didn't quite rough it - the kids brought out their mattresses, and we watched movies late into the night while munching freshly popped popcorn. But we tried to make it as authentic as we could by digging out the sleeping bags and building a nice fire for ambiance:
We had so much fun whispering by the glow of the fire, reminiscing about camping trips from the past, and daydreaming about what wonderful camping fun this summer holds for us. Now if the weather would just start cooperating, we could dust off our gear, charge up the walkie talkies and hit the trail. I can almost taste the smores now....
We have been waiting anxiously for some good camping weather, but summer is slow to arrive this year and with soggy ground and unending rain, tent pitching seems like a very distant memory. Finally the kids and I couldn't stand it anymore, and we decided to have our own little camp out inside, as a protest to the stormy weather outside. We didn't quite rough it - the kids brought out their mattresses, and we watched movies late into the night while munching freshly popped popcorn. But we tried to make it as authentic as we could by digging out the sleeping bags and building a nice fire for ambiance:
We had so much fun whispering by the glow of the fire, reminiscing about camping trips from the past, and daydreaming about what wonderful camping fun this summer holds for us. Now if the weather would just start cooperating, we could dust off our gear, charge up the walkie talkies and hit the trail. I can almost taste the smores now....