Camping was a foreign concept for me until beach camp in high school with my youth group. I'll just put it simply and come clean: I'm not a natural camper. There is something about the dirt that I just can't come to terms with. However, I have learned to appreciate the joy that the camping experience brings to my boys. That alone has made camping my friend. I must offer a huge thanks to our friends who are like family and their ability to roll with us. They have camping in their blood and their love of it has been contagious for our family.
There is something to be said for removing yourself from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and just spending time with each other and taking it slow.
My favorite time is spent at the beach. The toasty sand, salty air, and crashing waves are why I now look forward to beach camping each summer like others dream of Paris.
My kids are beach people too. It speaks to us. Jack made himself right at home.
Charlie is the new Kelly Slater. He kept trying and trying. I love his tenacity. It's why we call him Fun Time Charlie, after all.
Even the moms got in on the action.
It wasn't pretty, my friends.
I think I like Jack's "on sand" approach better. I'll try that next time.
In the late afternoon we would head back to camp. We had to make a pit stop first, though.
As the sun was setting we whipped out the glow sticks because it wouldn't be camping in my boys' book if we didn't bring them...lots and lots of them.
A little s'mores action was called for, too.
And the boy who could not put down A Light in the Attic made my heart happy.
We packed up and looked forward to long showers, clean feet, and sleeping in our own beds. But, we started talking about camping next summer by the time we got in the car.
Good times, my friends. Until next year...