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.