Last week we tried to go camping. It started off great. We got the car packed (no easy feat), got there, and I set up the tent while M made lunch. By herself! (J took the pics of her being a little mama.)
After we ate, we changed and headed to the sand dunes. I wish the pictures did it justice.
It was bright and the sand was hot!
More views:
"swimming" in the lake:
I wouldn't let them go much deeper because it was just too cold for me to go in that water! It didn't bother J a bit. M would go for a dip and then come out shivering! It's crystal clear though and oddly enough didn't smell as much like a lake as the other beach we go to. Isn't that a little weird? Maybe I just don't know enough about lakes.
M + my foot...that's my great photography skills coming out...
At dinner later:
Nothing like eating around a campfire!
All was going well until about 8 pm when we were getting ready for bed. M tells the story best: (I had locked them in the car with my phone to call 911 in case anything happened).
So, M and I literally threw everything in the car around 10 pm (J slept through all this) and went home. I promised them I would make it up to them so the next evening we had tin foil dinners that I cooked on the grill, ate them on a picnic blanket outside (I'm sure the neighbors think I am looney), and set up the tent-right in the yard.
Before going to "sleep" we had a rousing game of Go Fish. Then J went to sleep.
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