oThe Rowdy Girls went camping yesterday. Another milestone event. We managed to pack a lot into, what turned out to be, a brief 10 hour excursion.
While we loaded up the truck, the girls watched Elmo's Great Outdoors. Looks like they're ready to rough it, right?
Our family drove out to the Canyon of the Eagles, a place J and I have been before, and only an hour away. A good place for a trial adventure.
The lake was disappointing. Low levels and no whales.
And, we wouldn't let Em and Roo do more than wade in.
No swimming. Because we're mean. And the water was gross.
After crittering around at the beach, we found our campsite and got to work.
Em and Roo were a lot of help. They held the tent down like champs. And helped gather kindling for our fire.
Elmo, however, was a bit of a lazy slob.
The girls were also so proud to be in charge of Maggie dog's leash. Well, at least, that's what Maggie let them think.
They loved all the butterflies and fireflies.
And exclaimed each time, "Oooo! Iz soooo pretty. Iz bootiful."
Em was all about the camping food. She was a sticky sweet mess of S'mores by the end of the night.
As for the actual end of the night... well, that's another tale. We bunked down together in the tent. The girls in their PeaPod tents and J and myself lying next to them on our sleeping bags. We listened to some music and watched the stars begin to appear and the moon beam down. The girls were talking and laughing and singing. J and I were in stitches, laughing at everything they said.
Then, the noises began. Outside the tent. Raccoons. Everywhere! J and I joked that they were staging a coup because they thought we had 2 of their own locked up in the tent. We were picturing an army of masked bandits hoisting our tent up and carrying us away. J climbed out of the tent and dispersed the raccoon reunion just as...
...the clouds began to roll in with lightening moving closer. And the girls were amping up instead of winding down.
So, finally, around 11pm, we called it.
J shooed all the raccoons away. Again. We did a quick pack up, and headed for home.
The girls were asleep in their carseats before we pulled away from the campsite.
While we loaded up the truck, the girls watched Elmo's Great Outdoors. Looks like they're ready to rough it, right?
Our family drove out to the Canyon of the Eagles, a place J and I have been before, and only an hour away. A good place for a trial adventure.
The lake was disappointing. Low levels and no whales.
And, we wouldn't let Em and Roo do more than wade in.
No swimming. Because we're mean. And the water was gross.After crittering around at the beach, we found our campsite and got to work.
Em and Roo were a lot of help. They held the tent down like champs. And helped gather kindling for our fire.
Elmo, however, was a bit of a lazy slob.
The girls were also so proud to be in charge of Maggie dog's leash. Well, at least, that's what Maggie let them think.
They loved all the butterflies and fireflies.And exclaimed each time, "Oooo! Iz soooo pretty. Iz bootiful."
Em was all about the camping food. She was a sticky sweet mess of S'mores by the end of the night.
As for the actual end of the night... well, that's another tale. We bunked down together in the tent. The girls in their PeaPod tents and J and myself lying next to them on our sleeping bags. We listened to some music and watched the stars begin to appear and the moon beam down. The girls were talking and laughing and singing. J and I were in stitches, laughing at everything they said.
Then, the noises began. Outside the tent. Raccoons. Everywhere! J and I joked that they were staging a coup because they thought we had 2 of their own locked up in the tent. We were picturing an army of masked bandits hoisting our tent up and carrying us away. J climbed out of the tent and dispersed the raccoon reunion just as...
...the clouds began to roll in with lightening moving closer. And the girls were amping up instead of winding down.
So, finally, around 11pm, we called it.
J shooed all the raccoons away. Again. We did a quick pack up, and headed for home.
The girls were asleep in their carseats before we pulled away from the campsite.
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