Our family obtained hunting/camping rights on the Avon Park Bombing Range this year and somehow lucked out with access to a pop-up camper. (Thank you, Pops!) We headed over for our first camping trip this weekend.
The learning curve of camping is a tough one. We forgot as many items as we remembered, including salt and pepper, and survived scrambled eggs with a scant one pack of salt per person salvaged from take-out utensil packages! Now that's roughin' it!
We now have a list of all the important things for stocking the camper. Notes of things that would make life (and sleep) a lot easier in the woods.
We really only had one full day and night of camping, but it was full and joyous and with all the 'should haves' it was an adventure too! You bet we are thankful for the respite and looking forward to our next trip!
We picked a cozy spot in an oak hammock right by the creek. Home sweet home.
Riding during the day, scouting with daddy and Mr. Jeremy, riding in the front seat = always special, wearing her blaze orange, silly faces in the mirror, wind in her hair.
It's bananas and roasted apple chicken sausages for breakfast! We worked up quite the appetite building a fire and playing in the sand Saturday morning.
Our campsite was at the edge of the creek embankment and one entire part of the creek bed was dry. Our very own sandbox! The kids loved this! Grace Louise making "snow" angels and Jamesy laying on his belly moving the sand around with his hands! There was so much to explore around the creek and around the rest of the campground.