My parents invited us to their ward campout. Two of my sisters also live in the ward, so it was big family fun. We decided to go at the last minute and it was a good thing. Half way there we watched as my parents car slowly glided to the side of the road. It had died. . forever. No one could get reception except for Ric's nifty phone so he called a tow and we piled five extra people in our van. The kids loved it, they giggled and wrote silly stories and sang songs and told their awful knock knock jokes.
They loved playing in the dirt and finding rocks.
Yes, I was nervous about the kids playing on the bridge over the creek. They got soaked to the bone more than once and then came crying because they were wet. Why didn't they think to take off their socks and shoes and roll up their pants? Really???
LOVED the wild blackberries that were growing everywhere, we even picked some in the dark.
Kade with his hiking stick. He is a wild man.
This was a really cool swing until one of the kids got smacked in the head with it.
Cute. It was nice to get out of the heat.
This is what happens at the end of a camping trip.
It was so cute, the whole family slept in the same cabin and the kids kept giggling as they were trying to fall asleep. All the little voices.
It wasn't as cute when the snoring began and every time anyone moved the plastic covered mattresses crinkled and echoed in the night.
I should have gotten up and gone to the bathroom in the dark... in the woods...alone..maybe then I would have gotten at least half a nights sleep.
Even so, It was a lot of fun.
