Just about an hour away, up our valley, is the most beautiful campground. It takes a little adventuring to find it and with Josh planning to meet us there after work, I was reminded how much effort it seems to take to pack up a family of five for a three day camping trip. After a series of mishaps, we made it to the end of the logging road only to find the campground full. Sighs. But wait! Just up ahead, a large sign pointed to a lovely handwritten note addressed to us...inviting us to share their campsite because they heard we were coming and they knew it was full. It wasn't important we hadn't met before...in our valley, we all somehow know each other.
So we unpacked and opened ourselves to the adventure...and to new friends, fishing excursions, raft building, lots of giggling, card games, wildflower bouquets, handcrafted boats, and canoeing. Oh, the canoeing! My heart felt as calm as the early morning lake after paddling about. I grew up in a canoe and aside from spinning wool, there is nothing that soothes my soul more than a solo paddle as the morning sun warms the beaches around me. It is good medicine, I tell you!
Sunshine's first experience with marshmallows was pretty much this...she doesn't like sweets too much