The campground we planned to use was different than we had envisioned, and it was full anyway. Our back-up plan campground was closed—washed away by a river diversion. It was getting a little late for roasting knockwurst and corn on the cob over the fire, so we found a drive-in on the side of the road and had elk burgers and grilled cheese sandwiches instead. We found two more campgrounds, both full. So we struck out on our own and found a lovely little spot off of Forest Road 65-something or other. Perfect. Perfect for playing in the dirt, for roasting marshmallows, for crying babies, for setting up our new mansion-tent. Perfect for Andrew’s first camping trip.
The next day we set out on a hike to Barclay Lake. We think we may have been there before, and we didn’t make it to the lake this time. We told stories and collecte
d rocks until we decided on an alternate turning around point: a beautiful little creek which, lucky for us, had a few trout. Susanna caught her first fish. And her second, which was her first catch without pants on.
It was a refreshing trip full of sunshine, mosquitoes, sweets, and the people I love most.
2 comments:
It looks like fun!
I Want to go camping with the Hales! Especially if Susanna will catch me a fish and Andrew will give that big grin. Love you guys!
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