So, after my last post, how about something a little lighter? I’ve been camping three times in the last month and I don’t think I’ve recounted any of our grand adventures! How the heck did that happen?!
Okay. Enough exclamation marks. Maybe. 🙂
So in June, we had planned to visit the (I assume, having never been there myself) lovely Volga Lake. Thanks to Mother Nature, we were forced to change our plans and we wound up visiting scenic Pine Lake instead, right smack in our own backyard. It was such a nice park that we decided to return in July, which turned out to be perfect because I got called into work (our camping trips straddled the week-weekend divide). So in June the weather was lovely, the river was perfect for tubing, the hiking trails were excellent, and we had a great time.
But our first trip in July was a little more eventful. We hiked, we tubed, we had a great time…and then we bought the kids some squirt guns. Our first trip in July was also our longest-ever camping trip, at six days and five nights (with four adults and two kids in a small camper). Seymour’s dad wound up hurt, and I think the kids thought they’d killed Grandpa, Bubbles in particular. But he’s healing, which is good. And for payback, Seymour bought him a battery-operated squirt gun with a 25-foot range. Like Seymour said: “With this thing, you can reach out and touch someone.”
Our most recent trip just ended Monday. With hardly a week between the two trips, it was kind of a disaster cleaning up from one and getting ready for the next, which probably explains why clothes and shoes were forgotten at home and no, “Hey! I’m on vacation!” blog post went up beforehand. Either that or we were too tired to remember some of those things – we were up till 2:30 a.m. packing the night before we left because this trip came with a new camper!
That’s right, a new camper.
We dropped the boys off with their sitters Wednesday night after picking up the camper that morning and when we got back, it was 10:30 p.m. We spent the next four hours packing up the camper, then packing up our bags. I had to work the next morning, so whatever didn’t get done that night, Seymour and the kids finished up the next day before heading off for the campground. Everyone was exhausted. But once we all had a good night’s sleep, things improved dramatically.
After all, it’s hard to be grumpy when you’re faced with this:
So there was more tubing, but less hiking. More movie-watching and less swimming. All in all, though, we had a great time, and we’re all kind of sad to see our camping season come to a close. We have one more trip planned for August, but it involves a cabin at a lake (not a half-hour from home) instead of our shiny new camper. Still, I’m sure we’ll come back with lots more memories and maybe even a good fish tale or two…
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