It's that time of year people. Time to leave our air-conditioned, technology filled apartments with full-sized furniture to spend a week in the wilderness under the stars on beds designed for little people (or people who are a hell of a lot smaller than meme), swarms of flies straight out of Jurassic Park, and a handful of wild beasts... oh, and my family.
All joking aside - I LOVE camping. I love being out in wide open spaces, fresh air, riding 4-wheelers, shooting guns, taking several naps a day, and sitting by the fire with my family telling stories of the "old days". There isn't a whole lot I would choose to do over camping. (I'm still working on converting Matt to this type lifestyle - but the insects seem to be a bigger road block than I had originally anticipated. He is a pretty good sport though, and I think the 4-wheelers just might win him over.)
Disclaimer: This blog includes a picture overload.
Of course TC was in heaven - dirt, space to run, and the constant availability of family members to take him on rides and he was sold.
Thank you Auntie and Big C for buying me this big ball!
Uncle Curt and TC
Baths in the trailer
He wanted to get in the lake... and I wasn't hurrying fast enough.
This is our family tree... Literally. It's a little tough to see, but we added Matt's name under mine when we got married, and put TC's name on the list last summer :)
Naps with Grandpa... Notice the similar haircuts...
Must be genetic - either that or poor grooming. Take your pick.
Four generations on the mountain where we all grew up. Pretty awesome.
I'm already looking forward to next year!
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