God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

cold car camping (or my first camping trip in 30-ish years)

This is 30-something me. 
I haven't been camping since I was a young girl.  My husband, who loves cold weather, has convinced me to go camping in the mountains on this very cold, and snow-on-the-mountains, weekend in November.

it's snowing!

daddy building a tent as fast as he can before his fingers freeze stiff

Little N at his happiest throwing rocks into water

the water

Little N marveling at how far he's thrown the stones

beautiful, cold, water

very tiny fire

Little N helping daddy build the fire
Shortly after this photo was captured the fire went out.  We restarted it.  It went out again.  We were very cold.  It was only 4:30 and the sun had yet to go down and take the temperature with it.  So the decision was made to return home.  A tantrum ensued.  Major. Melt. Down.  But we held to the decision, packed up, and somewhere along the 4 hour drive home through snow and pouring rain Little N napped and laughed and generally resumed his happy self.  We got home tired but so happy to be in our warm, dry, home.  And cold car camping is now a thing of the past.  We're reserving our camping plans for warmer weather. 

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