What do you know, a post about something that actually happened this month. Slowly but surely getting caught up again. On Sunday of Labor Day weekend we went camping at our favorite place within close driving range. This time setting up camp on the “primitive” island. “Primitive” meaning no water or electricity. It also meant no RV’s and their loud generators. Greg and the kids tried it out when they took Nick camping and came back with tales of how nice it was. They weren’t joking. It was pretty and peaceful.
Looking over the pictures makes me want to go camping again soon. The weather has been absolutely perfect, cool in the evenings and warm, but not hot, during the days. If it’s not rainy this weekend, we may have to pack up the gear and go. Why does it have to be rainy on the weekends and perfect when a person is at work or kids have to be in school?
I was never hip on the idea of primitive camp sites until Chris. I stayed in them in Colorado with my parents, but we had the trailer. Something about tent camping made the word primitive terrifying. But I’m cured. Except for that one time (the first trip out) where we were attacked by a rabid raccoon, things have been great.
Cindy´s last blog ..PRODUCTIVITY
Thanks for cathing us all up on your summer…I’ve missed you.