This past weekend the hubby and kids finally got to experience to a degree the camping I used to enjoy growing up here in Washington State. I’ve talked about it often, so now they’re convinced I wasn’t just spinning some incredible fairy tales about how awesome camping is here.
Our camping choice for this past weekend was in the mountains, hoping to find some cooler air. I chose a site on the river, since that’s the kind of campsite our family always chose growing up. In spite of the fact it was hot, dry as a bone, dusty and there was a burn ban (meaning no campfires), it was perfect.
I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:
We spent the better part of the day floating in the river to stay cool. Amazing how refreshing the cold mountain water is on a 90-degree day, no? It was very relaxing!
Sunday morning, as the hubby and I were having a quiet cup of coffee next to the barren fire pit while the sun rose in the horizon, I noticed movement on the dirt road just outside our campsite – there was a buck and a doe passing by.
The hubby hurriedly got his camera and followed them, successfully snagging this great shot of the doe:
The buck had already taken off, so he missed him. We’ll be more on the alert next time we go camping. The kids are excited about the next camping trip planned – and even the hubby is now sold, in spite of his former idea of camping being in a cheap motel.
Do you like to go camping?
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