Just got back from two nights of camping in Wyoming. We camped at the lake where the green river starts and it was magnificent. No internet or cell service means true relaxing. It also means pit toilets, dirt, and lots and lot of mosquitoes. I have about twelve bites to prove it.
I think it's an unstated rule that you're not suppose to
sleep when you go camping. The first night there was a huge thunder and
rain storm that of course scared the "nestlings"and kept us all awake most of the night.
After breakfast half of us hiked around the lake while the other half took canoes/kayaks across the lake. Then we met at the other end of the lake, ate lunch, and then switched. It was a workout either way, one worked your legs, the other worked your arms. It was beautiful and wonderful being in the outdoors, a welcome change of pace from normal life.
We saw this amazing bald eagle perched at the top of a tree.
The second night miss "C" woke up from a nightmare where bugs
were crawling all over her. She of course woke up "A" and "D" and
proceeded to freak them out with talk of bugs being everywhere. The
"husbird" was a rock star and had enormous patience in calming them down
which was quite a feat. I know I couldn't have exhibited the same
amount of tolerance for their fear of invisible bugs after having no
sleep the night before. I'm sure my parents and brother's family
thought we were being eaten by a bear the way they were all crying and
screaming in unison. Crazy times in our tent, memories we're sure not
to forget. I'm not sure we'll ever do tent camping ever again. We must
buy some sort of trailer to continue our camping adventures.
The "husbird" and "T" woke up really early and went out on the lake. There was a layer of mist that covered it. It made it look so mysterious.Thank goodness for baby backpacks. We could not live without this thing.
Unfortunately the lake was too cold to swim in, but my brother and the "husbird" took the plunge anyways. They're crazy like that. One major bummer of our trip was the "husbird" lost his wedding ring. Probably when he was trying to rescue my brother and nephew in their canoe. He was pulling a rope to get them out of a sticky situation. It could be anywhere at the bottom of the river/lake. It makes me sad, but there is no way we could ever find it. Fortunately he has a spare. This isn't the first time he's lost his ring. He's always found it though, but not this time. It's gone forever:(
Despite the lost wedding ring and lack of sleep our trip was great. It was just good to get away from all of lifes demands if only for a short time.