When most people heard we were going to spend a week tent camping in New Hampshire, their reaction was one of either sympathy or disbelief. Only a few seemed envious of our vacation plans. I realize that camping isn’t for everyone, but it really isn’t as much work as people may think. You just have to be ok with a little dirt, a lot of chilly (or too hot) and a tiny cook stove.
Here is D stirring up some eggs for breakfast:
We went for a walk down to the river and Belly got her toes wet. The water was C-O-L-D!
Then, Fairly Odd Father showed the kids how to skim rocks:
Jilly played her first game of mini-golf. Well, her first physical, not-computer-game-based, game of mini-golf:
One afternoon, we spent at a huge mountainside lake. Oddly, the water in the lake was much warmer than the water in the campground’s pool:
A highlight of our camping trip had to be cooking hot dogs over the open fire. Of course there were marshmallows cooked too:
But, with 40 degree nights, breakfast was the chilliest meal:
A trip to the Fair was well worth it. After all, D got to try out the big tractors:
and, Jilly got to play “impatient Massachusetts driver”:
D and I posed in the Carousel bench—it was his idea to sit there, honest:
The girls screeched on the roller coaster:
And, before we knew it, it was time to go home.
Not a bad way to spend a week. Even if I did have 10+ loads of laundry to do when we unpacked.
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