Now that summer is getting comfortable, the four of us have been hiking. We went on our first official camping trip this week.
Except for all the tree roots that June tripped over a few times, it was tear-free and fun.
We even fit our pack and play into the tent.
It’s odd that while I spend so much time on the road with my family I find myself always wanting to be home again. Then when we’re home I just want to go somewhere. Not sure what that says about my personality but it think it’s normal to want stability and a litte excitement mixed-instead of one or the other.
The last thing I’d want to do in the middle of a tour is sleep in a tent. Jason and I used to do that on our tours 10 years ago even before kids. I thought it was fun then too but also very draining-unless you could come home to your own bed the next day (and that doesn’t happen much)
But, I loved camping this week. It was much needed. And, I’m pretty sure everyone enjoyed the outdoors…
All you have to do is say “backpack” and June jumps up and down.
Skipping rocks and looking for little frogs.
Jason is very proud of his fire making skills. We watched the fire until it turned into embers. And, we were all mesmerized watching. Maggie’s friend, Josie said, “It’s like a show.” It was.
June sings her own campfire songs.
The great pile-on. Everyone gets tired hiking sometimes.
The aftermath of s’mores-matching chocolate cheeks.
Staying up late with sparkers.
We’re going to go again before the summer runs out.
Next week, off to Minnesota.