I do not love the outdoors.
That is, loving the outdoors does not come naturally to me.
I am totally working on that.
So I dug deep. I'm cultivating a depth that I lack.
We took our pop-up Apache camping this weekend.
We had encouragement getting it popped-up.
While the kids swung on the nearest tree.
The ceiling was secured...
The beds were made...
And voila! We even had pumpkins and a doormat!
Corinne learned to ride her tricycle and MORE IMPORTANTLY learned to steer:
We played some ladder ball, courtesy of our camping neighbors:
We hiked and saw the water and the NO DIVING signs that some teenagers (maybe?) had scratched bad words into...which sent Henry and Svea into fits (sorry no pictures of this):
Then we found the playground by the bath house which had a tire swing:
Then it was finally time to carve pumpkins. Thank HEAVENS for our neighbor/church family friends who don't mind the pumpkin gunk. Henry and I were cringing at the muck.
And Svea too...a little bit.
Luckily, our fellow camper Darryl (dad is named Karryl) had a power tool attachment for cleaning out the gunk.
Henry loved it. Check out Darryl's hat. I bet Henry loved that too.
But he didn't say anything.
Henry's masterpiece (he chose the smaller pumpkin due to the amount of innards.
I will totally do it again. I appreciate my family's patience with my need for transition space. I will learn to be a camper.
Henry and Svea and Corinne loved it so much...they kept thanking us for bringing them and using words like "awesome" and "so cool".
I guess we are converted at this point. More posts of camping adventures to come then, y'all...