Kind of Camping

The kids love to go camping.  They ask all year long when we are going camping.  In the spring, they start planning.  We knew we couldn't skip it this year, but I was hesitant about spending days (and nights) in a tent with a newborn.  We talked about spending some days in the canyon, but sleeping at home.  That was a no go for Kate and Enoch.  They wanted the whole experience, including the tent.  We compromised.  We decided to stay at Grandpa Dee's cabin and Mom and Guard could sleep inside and the rest could stay out in the tent with Gavin sleeping in his hammock.  It was a good solution that worked well the first night.  The second night everyone was in the cabin.  I figured we had the best of both worlds.
We invited the Kellys, Fords and Uncle Jarom up with us.  We all fit well (the Fords came up the last day).  We went for many walks, watched some movies, played games, looked for sticks and rocks, rode the 4-wheelers, went to the lake, made s'mores and had so much fun.
You have to make s'mores while camping, right?  Uncle Jarom is a marshmallow perfectionist and we (or at least I, benefited from it).

 

 

 

 The kids (and big kids) had such a fun time on the 4-wheelers.  We went all over the cabin area and down by Tibblefork.  (These picture were taken while the kids were sitting on stationary vehicles.  We are such sticklers about helmets.  Sorry to all those who heard me yell a thousand times, "Where is your helmet!?"

 

 

 

The entire family had a wonderful time at the lake.  We walked around, skipped rocks, cooled off our feet, discovered butterflies and found dogs to pet.  Enoch waded out to a tiny patch of rocks, shook his hands over his head and kept yelling, "Enoch Island, Enoch Island."

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had such a great time.  The kids loved it and I'm so glad we made the effort to go.