(This is how I feel right now.)
Waaaaay back in April we went camping. On the beach. I may or may not blog about it sometime in the future.
It was a fabulous camping trip, really it was. There are just two problems: 1) It was on the beach. I love the beach. I do. But my mountains aren’t on the beach. 2) April was a really long time ago.
I NEED my mountains. I YEARN for an evening spent sitting around a campfire making strawberry s’mores and snuggling with my munchkins. I CAN NOT BREATHE without fresh mountain air. If I have to spend even one more week cramped up in this big city (Okay neighbors, you can stop laughing now.), I will shrivel up like a spider shell and blow away and die. My existence will be meaningless. I MUST go camping soon.
Was that dramatic enough for you?
It’s true. I’m a camping junkie in serious need of a fix.
I tried to go camping in June. I really did. But we were all just too darn busy. I hate it when that happens. I had to resort to day trips up the canyon just to keep my sanity.
But ladeez and gentlemen, worry no more, because in a few short days we are going CAMPING!
Camping camping camping camping camping camping!
And now, un-edited (because I am lazy) pictures of the munchkins on our day trips: