Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Crazy Little Thing Called Camping

I always expect summer to be a time of slow days, relaxation, and a chance to get caught up on all those things that the school year doesn't allow.  In some ways summer is like that, but I've come to the conclusion that the warm months will likely never pass as slowly as they did back when I was nine.  The very fact that there is so much that I want to do is guarantee enough that time will pass all too quickly.

We did manage to go camping with my parents this summer, and it was a fabulous trip (apart from the stomach bug I had and the head wound Chris had).  We all relaxed, enjoyed nature and each other, cooked food over a campfire, etc.  Here are some highlights:

Hey Tim, Hug-a-Tree!

A duck's head? crocodile? very strange knot in a fallen tree?
Giants in the midst
Papa and Andrew walking into a Giant Sequoia.

We made it to the top of Moro Rock! Piece of cake.
Mmm...campfire food...
Summer is already coming to a close, I suppose, and our family may not get another chance to enjoy nature and each other for a few months, but these few days were great.  The kiddos seem to have been growing by leaps and bounds the last couple of years; sometimes it is these times out of the fury of life that we are able to make memories and connections that last.

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