Camping

Sometime after we had decided that taking a road-trip would be the best way to attend a wedding near Detroit we decided to take a few days afterwards to have our first family vacation.

Sometime after deciding to take a mini family vacation we decided to camp.

I think it was one of those late night brainstorming sessions, after the kids were asleep.  

semi-accurate reenactment:

E: "Hey, we should think of what to do on our family vacation."

J: "Yeah.  How about visiting Chicago?"

E: "Ooooo...fun!  Or maybe going to Niagara Falls!"

J: "Yes!  I've never been."

E: "Wow...yes.  It's beautiful.  We camped there when I was little."

J: "Or camping...that could be fun."

E: "Gosh, so many great ideas.  Let's sleep on it."

And somehow, when we woke up I started planning for camping.  It wasn't until I was halfway packed (weeks later) that I sat back to consider how we had - or hadn't - (really ever) made a final decision.  I guess camping picked us?

We like to fly by the seat of our pants around here.  This trip was certainly no exception.   We picked a campground from my phone, in the car, on the way there and an hour later had the tent set up.

But it worked out perfectly.

Jon's requirements:  a secluded setting without crowds or Elvis impersonators (which is basically the opposite of what we experienced last time we went camping).

My requirements: bathroom, water, an air mattress and no bear infestation.

We got:  Raccoon Creek State Park  

Out of 150 camping spots there were 12 taken.  We could see bits of two other tents from our spot but couldn't hear them (and hopefully, maybe vice versa?).  Next to a field and close to the really nice bathrooms.  AND free firewood left behind by the last campers!

We set up our tent around 6:30 pm in between rain showers, ate quick pbj sandwiches huddled on the air mattress (YES!) and went to bed...kind of damp and cold but feeling very authentic and campy.

The next day Jon battled the wet wood to get us some boiling water for oatmeal.  After running some errands we took a hike through the huge wildflower reserve adjacent to the park.  (It was definitely not very stroller friendly.  Everly was portaged on a number of occasions.  Thank goodness it was just us and the wildlife.)

Camp food.  PBJ, Chip, Donuts.  I'm feeling a little sick looking at this (except for the donuts - they were homemade and super good).  Let's assume the food was not awesome.  Poor Jon ate his weight in hot dogs and baked beans.  Belch.

But these two didn't care.  And now I know what to bring next time (my own instant oatmeal).

Owen learns fire skills.  Waving some extra oxygen on the poor sputtering flames.

Drying clothes from the rain and from general Everly-ness.

There was a nice beach area close by the campground.  A muddy sand beach and pretty views of the hills.  The kids could have stayed there for a few hours but our day was short and we needed to get ready for bed before dark.

We had to pack up and leave the next morning - so essentially we had one full day with two nights.  But it was a good first experience.  

Minus the trying to shower with a naked screaming monkey baby, in the dark, with a giant centipede.  

I should probably write myself a letter with all the do's and don'ts I learned from it, in case we decide to do this again.  But wouldn't that take away from the fun for next time?