Last summer, while I was quite pregnant, we didn't do much camping, but the summer before that, we loved exploring our new town and going to nearby campgrounds for an evening. The most memorable time was getting stuck in the mud. This year we've started the mini-camping fun, this time with our little addition, complete with her own camouflage travel high chair from Grandma and Grandpa. I think becoming a parent has shifted Zak's desire to do some daring things, like driving through a puddle of unknown size in a campsite. He helps me feel safe and protected. Having a baby definitely gives a purpose. Everything is more fun, thinking about what it's like for them, and what they'll be doing in a year or two when they understand.
We packed some mashed green beans for Miss V, and some tin-foil dinners, with meat already cooked. Zak is amazing at building fires. I helped gather some firewood, which is much easier in springtime before all of the nearby fallen wood has been used.
Zak had earned some gift cards from his previous job, which we used for a zero gravity camp chair. I could sleep in that thing. After dinner, we enjoyed the sounds of the river and trees swaying in the wind, and made it safely home without incident.
