Last fall, we decided to take a weekend jaunt to a local state park. Only about an hour from our house, we figured this was the perfect time to introduce our three month old to a past time her entire family enjoys. Little did we know what was waiting for us!
I’ve come to loath car rides that last longer than two hours. I can’t entertain two children in the back seat for that length of time. I can only sing “Head, Shoulder, Knees and Toes” so many time before I actually want to sever my own vocal chords. We have found, however, that we can still get away without having to drive that far to do it.
While we were camping this weekend, we were taking a walk down the beach and we came upon this pile of painted rocks. We decided to go back to our camper and create a rock of our own to place with the others. And we decided to make it a tradition
I hate suitcases in our camper. The home-on-wheels came equipped with plenty of storage so it seems silly to haul around a box filled with our clothes that doesn’t fit in any of those storage compartments. I like to simplify, simplify, simplify. So using a bunch of giant resealable bags (think Ziploc here), I pack up our kids clothes and keep everything organized.
Camping is a “thing” my family does. And by my family, I don’t just mean me and my husband and our children. I mean, I grew up camping. My grandparents traveled the United States in a motor home and then with a fifth wheel. That was luxury. Recliners, carpet throughout the trailers, glass dishes. Yes, glass dishes. So civilized. In our camper, that doesn’t happen.
We hardly rough it. We have a 22 foot travel trailer with air conditioning and enough beds for all of us. We don’t even use sleeping bags, but instead sleep with sheets and comforters. So I won’t pretend camping is a struggle, but with two children under the age of three, there are challenges.