Camping

Mom called me up, last week, offering a spot at her ward's Mother/Daughter campout, and Elena jumped at the chance.


One of the families in her ward had a large plot of land, so we camped in their yard--just rural enough to feel rustic and primitive (if so desired) but with the house and the barn right there so we didn't feel worried that we'd left the kitchen sink at home. Between the setting and the weather, it was perfect. I cooled off enough to make the fire feel really nice, and we even had fog in the morning. Here, Elena is toasting her very own marshmallow. Maybe it was because it was her second time, maybe it was because the fire was up off the ground, but she seemed braver, this time, and insisted that she do all the marshmallows.


Each of us had our own flashlight, and that meant that we could find the girls anywhere they wandered--they were the only ones old enough to walk with flashlights, but not old enough to use them to light their path. We went to bed a bit late, but that's the fun of camping. Elena started in the same tent as Bridget, but ended up swapping with Gramma.


In the morning we had yummy sausage and farm-fresh scrambled eggs with our pancakes and hot chocolate. Elena, Bridget and Gramma went on a little nature hike while Regan, Tess and I relaxed, munched snacks, and helped pack up.



We had a lot of fun, the girls had a blast together, and Elena and I both got naps that afternoon. What more could you ask for?