I was once camping in the mountains, when it rained. I had to runoff.

campingC is for camping – c – c – camping!

And what an amazingly beautiful trip it was.  It was what Dear Husband wanted for Father’s Day, and it completely delivered.

We went to the campground that Dear Husband and his family went to all of his life.  We camped in the same loop they always camped in, three sites away from where he took me for our first wedding anniversary.

It brought back so many memories for us.  For him, growing up and now saying to his mini-ions all the things his mom said to him.  Our first hike had us both tearing up, missing his mom.

The mini-ions LOVED IT!  I went into it with super low expectations, feeling like, we could do anything for one night.  Outside of the chill and a very wet campsite, it was a tremendous amount of fun.  We did three hikes.  Cooked over a campfire.  Picked up sticks.
mini yoda
Bike riding around the campgrounds led a skinned knee, which led to our own mini-yoda who walked around as if the stick supported him.

Dear Husband had the biggest smile on his face, the entire time.  There was no adversity in front of us that he couldn’t face.  I even took the mini-ions into town to get coffee and gave him a chance to eat breakfast in peace.

It’s a tradition, now.  And we’ve booked our next trip for this summer!

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2 Responses to I was once camping in the mountains, when it rained. I had to runoff.

  1. aviets says:

    I hope this is the beginning of a long family tradition. Camping are some of our very best memories! – Amy

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