Very few things in life get me as excited as a camping trip. I grew up 2 hours from Lake Tahoe and 2 hours from Stinson Beach. Given a choice... I will pick the mountains over the beach just about anytime.
(Unless it involves a beach in Maui.)
Friday night we headed to the mountains to have a campout with our Church group. It was a lot of fun, even though we were the last ones to arrive and had to set up in the dark. (We are getting quite experienced at that, too.) Thank goodness some friends of ours took our tarp up and saved us a spot for our tent, so we didn't have to search around in the dark for a place to put it.
A seasoned scout... he slept outside and slept right through most of the morning noise. I wish my kids would sleep this heavy on camping trips!
I love this little girl, and this look she gave me was so hilarious. But it speaks volumes about her character.... she's got sass!
The breakfast crew... they were awesome... they cooked, served and cleaned up. All while the women sat around and gabbed and kept an eye on the kids and the fire.
This little beauty proves it's never too soon to take them camping. She was an angel the whole time!
Brayden got the award for the dirtiest kid. He was covered in dirt and filthy, which was made worse by his meltdown in the tent, which produced a multitude of boogers to cement the dirt into the skin.
Campfire art... the kids figured out they could heat up the marshmallow roasting sticks, and then use them to make designs in the foam plates... some of them turned out really cool.
As everyone was packing up, I became very sad... I didn't want to leave the beauty and the cold air to head home again to the triple-digit-heat of home. I was hoping to stall our departure as long as possible, but the men were motivated by the promising afternoon of BYU football on TV. I guess 24 hours in the mountains is better than nothing, right?
Right.
