Packing stress aside, it was wonderful. We had our usual campsite, which is the best campsite in the entire campground – no, make that the entire WORLD. We had a beautiful view of the lake; just looking at it makes me feel peaceful. We went with the usual friends who we never get tired of sitting around with, eating and drinking and talking and laughing and chasing away chipmunks that aren’t scared of people. We canoed, swam, had a picnic lunch on a nearby island, hiked, played in the rapids, and sat around the fire at night. The boys ran in a pack and loved exploring, the little girls played Barbies from morning to night, and the big girls (Chloe and Yumi) floated around on air mattresses and played Dutch Blitz. The weather was perfect for camping – hot and sunny, basically no mosquitoes, and the nights weren’t cold (but I’m still glad I brought the extra blankets just in case). Ironically, the success of camping is only about 1% dependent on the hours spent packing and preparing and 99% dependent on the weather, which I have no control over. I should write that on my packing list for next year.
|Lunch on the island|
|view of our campsite from the island|
|The Canoe King|
|Chloe was not happy when she came out of her tent one morning to find me wearing the same t-shirt. But she kept it on so I think she secretly liked it.|
|Barbie's house with a view|
|Barbie situation in foreground - not sure what's going on here.|
|Now the Barbies are swimming|
Until next year ...