Steve and I keep thinking that as the kids get older we’ll enjoy camping more. We tried it out this summer and and it was great. And yet, sleeping in a tent with a two year old doesn’t top the list of things I want to do on my weekend! Maybe when he’s four?!
Our friends can convince us to do just about anything with them, but they couldn’t convince us to go camping. We had a full weekend and every excuse in the book. But then they suggested we join them for the night and then go home and sleep in our own beds – that was a little more enticing!
Even then, we almost bailed – but we’re glad we didn’t. Watching the kids catch crawdads in the almost dried up stream was entertaining. I thought after they caught a few they’d be willing to move on to a new activity. But there they stood and fished until it was time for dinner. The country song “Fishin’ in the dark” played over and over in my head as I watched these excited kids experience something new.
As we weaved in and out of trees back from the stream to the campsite, I could feel fall approaching – which is unusual in our part of the country. But there were some leaves starting to change color with some fall leaves that had already fallen from their branches. Since moving to Arizona, fall is the season I miss most of all. We need to escape to the mountains more often this time of year.
We roasted hot dogs, made s’mores, a few of the kids tried some cooked crawdads and we were extremely dirty and smelled of campfire. And then we happily made the hour drive home and enjoyed a full night’s rest. I could get used to this type of camping!
