Last night, at 6:30, as I was picking up the boys from AWANA, husband text messaged me, “Want to go camping?… Tonight?”
That’s funny, right? Just pick up and go camping! I mean we used to do stuff like that… up and decide to go to the beach in the middle of the night, run out to the lake with nothing but the clothes on our backs… but we have children now, which means we now PLAN these things. We have to make lists and stuff.
My first instinct was to say no….
but I knew the boys would completely freak if I picked them up saying, “Hey guys, guess where we are going tonight? So, I texted back, “Yeah! Why not?”
It was crazy insane to try to pack up, throw some food in the cooler and hit the road in the dark.
The boys were completely over the big fat full moon with glee.
We put up the tent (great fun in the dark).
We read stories by camplight.
We froze half to death (even with the most ginormous pile of blankets ever).
Then, we woke to this:
Our sweet Daddy, braved the cold to cook our breakfast while we huddled, entwining ourselves like snakes under our blankets. Dear Lord, how I love the smell of bacon in the morning.
After we ate and poured down a little caffeine, the the fog lifted (both the internal and external sort), and the view got even grander.
We hiked (3 miles! – a long way for little legs!), made good use of our field guides and nature sketchbooks, and still have some fishing and boat riding, fire building, hot dog eating and smore making left to accomplish.
We’re having such a grand time, that I’ve run home for more blankets, and more food, so that we can stay another night. (Add to that a warm shower and 2.3 seconds to blog!)
Until tomorrow then, picture me here, shivering, but fully content!