We are home. The car has been cleaned out. The camping gear has been put away. The clothes have been washed. All that remains is our memories and the ever-living scent of campfire that permeates everything we brought with us.
So, how did Mr. Grumpy do? Let's just say I debated never coming home again. He was a
completely different child. Camping Drew sat in his Bumbo seat, looking serenely around for as long as we needed him to as we went about our campsite business. Camping Drew slept through the night. Twice. Camping Drew missed a morning nap and barely even complained. Camping Drew never uttered much more than a single whine here and there. Camping Drew didn't whine and cry every time Mom left his sight.
Then we got home. And he was immediately back to normal. Whining, crying, general grumpiness....sigh.....
But here's a little bit more about our camping adventure. We drove up Thursday night, and after a stop for dinner, got up to the Rim Lakes area a bit later than planned. The campsite we wanted was full, so we had to drive a little further and pay a little more to camp. We got the tent up, spent a long time trying to get a fire lit, and then ate some S'mores, before Emma said "I'm tired. Can I go to bed?" We sent the kids off to bed, and we joined them soon after. We weren't really sure what time it was, because our phones said 11:10, but Marcus's watch said 10:10.
Friday morning we got up at either 5:30 or 6:30, ate a pancake breakfast, and then headed off to Willow Springs Lake. The kids love "fishing" with their own poles, and Marcus caught a fish on his second cast. I didn't see it, so I'm taking his word for it.
Kyle was proud that he caught something. It was someone else's tangled line.
After the kids got tired of fishing, I took them exploring. Emma somehow got it into her head that they would find "ancient treasures". To her, that meant pine cones, because "they're old". Some other ancient treasures included rocks, twigs, and dead leaves. We also had fun watching the chipmunks and lizards, and jumping from rock to rock.
We stayed at the lake about five minutes too long. We knew it would rain at some point, as we went camping in Monsoon Season. Well, the storm hit the lake right as we were preparing to leave, and we got soaked running to the car. We drove back to our campsite. Thanks to our Easy-Up, we were able to eat lunch and stay somewhat dry, and then the kids all slept through the worst of the storm. Marcus and I sat outside under the Easy-Up, cold, wet, and miserable.
Things got a little goofy inside the tent.
Finally, the rain abated. We took the kids to explore the campground and stumbled upon a section of the forest that had been decimated by the Rodeo-Chedeski fire in 2005. It was pretty ravaged, even five years later. It always makes me sad to see such beauty devastated by a careless person.
This tree made for a great photo, though. It reminds me of some scary cartoon tree. Or an Ent.
That night, after MUCH work, Marcus finally got a fire started. What a fire it was!
In the morning, we got up early, packed up, and headed to the lake for one more fishing attempt. It was really crowded, noisy, and the kids were being antsy. We threw in the towel and decided to head home.
Camping with small children is a lot of work, but the kids had a blast, and hopefully will have fond memories of our camping trips someday.