Except when I say it, it sounds like a dirty word. Part of the reason I was MIA a while back was because I visited my family in northern Idaho for two weeks. I stayed with them one week while my children went to music camp, and then we spent the next week on the Selway.
We told them they had to get the firewood stacked before we could leave. Look at them go.
Then I loaded 9 people in my van with a two week supply of clothes and 8 hydrangea bushes. Which did seem to survive the ordeal and are now happily planted in my yard.
When we got to camp Natalie leaped from the van and proceeded to disinfect the outhouse. Because I never go camping without the proper staff.
We had two beaches on opposite sides of the river and spent most of our time going back and forth between them.
It was fun to watch the kids slowly gain confidence in the water and begin to trust their life jackets. Here they are swimming from one beach to the other. If we would have stayed their any longer either they would have learned how to swim or would have drowned. We caught Rezon a couple times pushing out to take off with the canoe. “Looking for waterfalls, Rez?”
One of our favorite things to do was go upstream a mile and catch about five rapids before we ended up back at camp. The first time we went I was like, who needs tubes? Because really, swimming down river freestyle is about the most fun that can be had. Until you die. So Natalie and I mooched a ride on our niece’s tube, so we didn’t get blended up on the rocks. Conveniently they both got tossed off on the first rapid, leaving me with the tube all to myself. I waved as I floated away telling them to shut their mouths when they were drowning so they didn’t drink so much of the river.
What those wedgie straps are actually good for.
Mer-Cow and Mer-Horse giving the mermaids “baths” for the night. And those are the kinds of nicknames that stick with you. Unfortunately.
What am I even supposed to do with that? I think she wants me to take it.
Eve and her opposable legs.
Hanging up the hammocks.
Grandad taught all of the children how to eat charcoal. I looked out the window at home and found Judith and Rahab cleaning out the BBQ pit. “But mommy, it’s good for you!”
Doodoo and Grandad going for a walk.
Almost all the reasons I don’t like camping crammed into one picture/tent camper. In the rain.
Same story, different day, but with honey AND pancake syrup. Ugh.
Reuben napping in his canoe while Rezon fished.
Everyone going to the other beach.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come? You’re going to stay here all by yourself?”
Don’t worry, I have a book.