August 20, 2011

House Rock Camping Shenanigans

Goodness was that fun. And miserable. But mostly fun. Between our extremely redneck Grateful Dead blasting mountain of pot smoking camp neighbors, a teeth chattering cold night,  and a primitive outhouse with flies more than happy to investigate the source ( ahem) we have decide that we're just not camping folk. We're day campers... show up early, spend all day there, campfire dinner & S'Mores, night time scary stories, then pop the kids in the car for a bedtime video while the adults have an hour of adult campfire time... and drive home. No need to actually sleep there.  Tent camping = not our thing. That said, we love this area. The river is just perfect for play, there is SO much to explore and collect. It's only an hour and a half from home, which is just about perfect; far enough away that it's a treat, close enough that it's not a big deal. Of course we brought along the Bestie and her son, who just made the whole thing that much more fun. We got some fire safety packets from the camp host, which made a perfect pre-bedtime wind down activity for the kids, while the big kids sat in our camp chairs and snickered at the mountains of pot smoke blowing over from our neighbors. Learned that Stellla is quite the priss... doesn't like getting wet or dirty, but really wants to show up her big brother so tags along on all adventures. She was actually a lot of fun to have around, and she absolutely helped in warming Kael and I that night... oh yah. Some time in the middle of the bitter biting cold night Kael Popsicled up and climbed into my little sleeping bag with me. Stella abandoned Matt right about the same time and also climbed in. One adult, one giant kid, and one squishy dog all in the same two foot by five foot cotton sandwich. It was awesome. Oh yah, Boston's fart a lot. Also: Put a man in a river and he'll build a dam, every time. Hand a boy a stick, it's always a sword. Two boys? Sword fight. Every time. A small girl with a stick in a stream is actually a world famous artist with her paintbrush. Sometimes if you're careful, you'll catch an angel sun dancing in her morning PJ's. And a bunch of book worm nerds at home will still be book worm nerds when camping.
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1 comment:

rarejule said...

love your photography, as always... and the one of Rae in the nightgown - angelic!