Around here, due to Mule’s schedule, weekends are Wednesday’s and Thursday’s. Normally, we go for a drive, try a new restaurant or work on the house. This past “weekend”… not so much.
I was rudely awoken by a very loud chain saw. I forgot that there were guys coming to chop down Betty & Boop (aka the MASSIVE, 90 year old twin pines in my backyard) They came down with a crash!
A little while later, I was cutting fabric for some projects, when the hubs came in and said “ Its going to be nice tonight. We’re going camping! You’ve got 15 minutes to pack.” Just what every woman wants to hear!
It was closer to an hour by the time we left, but we had everything we’d need for 36ish hours in the “wild”. We didn’t have to go far, there is a lake about 25 minutes from the house, perfect for camping.
Took an hour+, but we got camp set up, wood collected and our fire ready to go.
Scoot came too! He LOVED running around all the open space.
Mule went fishing. Which was pretty much the only reason he wanted to go camping.
He even caught a small bass :) I think I was more excited than he was.
Can’t beat this view!
Me in all my icky, no-makeup, camping glory. Oh and I got a wicked sunburn :s My shoulders were almost the color of that shirt!
We were blessed with a fantastic sunset.
The sunset was worth all the work of setting up.
Approximately 10 minutes after the sun was gone… Mule got cold, really cold. We checked the forecast and the night’s low droped from 51 to 44 degrees. It took Mule all of 12 seconds to decide we needed to pack up and go home. Although slightly annoyed about having spent FOREVER setting up the tent and camp area, I wasn’t too disappointed at having a bathroom again.
So home to flushing toilets and running water we went.
Next time I think we’ll just pack a picnic and go for the day!