It's downright cold here at night now. When Mr. Dork suggested we camp for the weekend, I stifled a groan. I used to thoroughly enjoy camping when I only had to be responsible for me. Now all that packing/planning/cooking/washing/unpacking for everyone else seems overwhelming. But I was glad when we left the city on Friday night and immersed ourselves in this:
Until we pulled into three consecutive campsites with this:
But we stayed and these were the only bears we saw.
For all my whining about the packing/planning/cooking/washing/unpacking/bears, I had overlooked how nice it is to get out and just be in nature.
And how much easier it is to keep the Littles busy in the great outdoors.