Camping

Somehow I found myself camping yet again this year. This time we re-visited a park we had been to years ago (where you can reserve a spot!). On the way up north, we stopped in Madison and perused the farmer's market with Spencer. We arrived to camp around 3pm and hauled our things to our site on the water.

We swam the first night, made dinner and roasted s'mores. The surprise benefit was watching firework displays at different locations around the lake 2 nights in a row. Bonus for us.

The kids made great use of our little beach. They ran and played in the shallow water for hours.

Frida frollicked a bit too and kept watch when she was back on land.

We visited a stocked fishing pond where Claire caught her first fish! A bluegill. I ceremoniously unhooked my first fish (hers), as my dad always did that part for me growing up.

I broke in my new hat, a gift from Nana Kathleen and Lucian took this excellent photo of me:)

I did not pack enough food for two nights, since I didn't want to commit to staying that long. At the end of the second day, I couldn't muster the energy to pack everything up once again. So we stayed. We discovered the general store had a pizzeria, so I picked it up while the kids cleaned up from swimming. It's still camping if you eat outside, right?

We were all tired from the trip, but perhaps Frida the most. She followed me around at home and would plop down to nap in all kinds of unusual places. She was one tired dog. As was I! Camping is hard work.