Aside from our fictional adventures in the wilderness last week which was encoded in comic-strip form over on This is Pi Day, we actually had a fairly average camping trip last weekend.
Campfires, s’mores, tie-dying t-shirts (and socks) and time down by the lake.
I got to try out my cast iron waffle iron and (though it took an hour and a half to cook breakfast for seven people) it was a resounding success.
We built a slightly insane sandcastle and were the envy of the beach.
Chris and I serenaded the crew with our mediocre music skills, I on the violin and he on his guitar.
And we avoided getting rained on by mere minutes, having packed up the truck, closed the tailgate and only then felt a few raindrops.
I don’t think camping is nearly as relaxing as an adult as it was as a kid –the never ending setup, cooking, cleaning, and organizing– but it definitely was a nice break.
A photo gallery follows… noting that the best photos had clear pics of my friends’ kids so those will not show up here.