First family camping trip!

Ever since I was pregnant I've looked forward to camping with my growing family.  We moved to Bangladesh when Henry was 3 months and didn't pull off a camping trip the summer before we moved.  While we've been able to spend time in the great outdoors over the past years, we've never actually organized enough to set up a tent.  Finally, after months of looking forward to the plan, we went camping!  We pulled off the feat with our friends whose son is Henry's best friend.  We had such a great time!  We're already looking forward to the next tenting adventure.









We all set up our tents first.  They had a spacious 4 person tall tent while we had my favorite 3 person tent to cram in. Luckily the boys are still young and don't take up much space.  Everyone actually slept really went except for Elliot who found himself lost in the sleeping bag at 3am.  I didn't mind the fact that he was startled because after that he chose to climb over Henry to sleep right next to me.  The caveat is that he never actually got far enough to get back off of Henry and slept the remainder of the night on top of him. How those two boys were comfortable like that is beyond me.

 We hung out while all the gear was spread out

Then enjoyed a great dinner after exploring the camp grounds.  After dinner, we, of course, made s'mores.  The other family had whittled some marshmallow roasting sticks in preparation for the big event.

 Elliot was super excited

 Proud s'more maker and consumer

 Then more time by the fire, including a few stories about monsters

The next day we hiked from the campground to the water falls.  We were actually at the same park where we had hiked when we spent a weekend at a cabin in the Fall.  It's such a pretty area of the State.  A portion of the hike includes descending to a suspension bridge over a very deep gorge.  Elliot and I were the last ones on the bridge getting caught up looking down to the water through the planks on the bridge. Elliot got inspired watching everyone else hike up the stairs and decided that he had to climb up all by himself...all 375 steps!  I tried to pick him up a once but he was quite communicative that he was not happy with that option.

 Scott eventually came back down to see if we had gotten lost and found us with ~40 steps remaining.

I could do that every weekend!