Camping

This weekend we packed up our bags and headed down the road to O'Leno state park to camp out for the night. The paper called for 70% chance of rain, but we were not deterred. Also along on the adventure were our good friends Lincoln, Sofia, and their families.

From past experience we know that the first order of business is not to put up the tent, but to wear our little boy out. So off we went rambling down the trail to play pooh-sticks over the suspension bridge that crosses the Sante Fe river.



Once back at the camp site we hurried to set up our tent and then cooked up some supper. Hot dogs, potato salad, and s'mores - yum, yum!
After dinner the kids were WOUND up! Running from tent to tent - with the occasional detour out into the woods - kept us busy.
Before bed Robert, in a very no-nonsense tone of voice, informed me that should the weather take a turn for the worst, he would be getting in the car, driving home and coming back for the tent the next day. Fortunately, we made it through the night without incident. Some rain and lightning around 2 AM, but thankfully no tornadoes. In fact, the next morning it was bright and sunny again. We woke up to Lincoln walking through the camp-site yelling, "Coby, where are you?" Coby yelled right back, "I'm here Lincoln!" from inside the tent. While everyone else packed up their tents I watch the kids fill their buckets with water and dump it on their shoes.

Here we all are the morning after...
Then off for a quick walk after breakfast to see the Sante Fe river and to toss a few more sweet gum seed pods off the bridge.