it was our second time camping with our local homeschool group. i had been looking forward to it all year with great anticipation and the experience exceeded my expectations.
we got started a little later than i had hoped (can't imagine why i thought we could get everything done in the time i allowed), but still early enough in the afternoon to avoid significant traffic. on an impulse, i asked to stop at a roadside farm stand along the way (in the village of lucketts) to get fresh tomatoes and apples and corn plus pumpkins for the kids. (you can never have too many pumpkins during this time of year.) they also had homemade ice cream. it was the best salted caramel i've ever had.
we opted for a cabin this year so that we could have immediate access to electrical power. it turned out to be a fortuitous choice, given the weather. diana was still hoping to stay in her own hard-earned personal tent, so of course we made it happen.
|already starting her stores of acorns & caps for trading purposes|
the first night was pretty wet. fortunately, the rain held off until after we had finished dinner and it added to the fun of flashlight tag when the sun went down. after the kids stayed up telling stories on the rocks, we turned in. ander, steve, and i were snug in our cabin, listening to the raindrops fall on the roof, and diana stayed warm and dry in her tent after we pulled it onto the covered porch.
|top bunk silliness|
saturday brought us beautiful weather and enough sun to dry out kindling for our campfires by lunchtime. it was definitely a good day to enjoy nature and everything in it.
|"spontaneous inchworm" would be a good name for a rock band, so diana says|
|meet george, the millipede|
|ander observes the team|
|if it had stayed standing, theirs would have towered the competition at 31"|
|everyone got to eat a clean marshmallow afterwards, so that was ok|
|can you tell his favorite color is brown?|
the temperature dropped into the thirties for our second night. we barely noticed it as we roasted marshmallows for s'mores and sat around the roaring group campfire and bundled into our fleece jammies.
|reading stella and roy go camping|
the morning chill didn't dampen our spirits one bit. diana felt just fine in her tent for the second night in a row.
|farm-fresh tomatoes, homemade pumpkin muffins, and cheesy eggs with sausage and bacon. just yum.|
|my saturday afternoon view. perfect.|
|i made the boys breakfast hot dogs cooked in bacon grease. they were a hit.|
|my sweet snuggle-buddies|
|farewell, fair cabin! see you next year!|
|me and my boy|