Island Camping

Clark and I have been campers for some time.  Pre-children we camped every summer, most weekends, and actually spent an entire month in a tent together in the northern stretches of Mongolia.  I do not know why this was Henry and Nelson's first experience on a real camping trip.. The backyard does not count.

One of Clark's childhood besties is visiting us for the week so we decided to give it a go.  It went so well, despite the evening onset of mosquitoes, I am just kicking myself for not going more in the past 6 years.

I followed the boys down the beach in my car as I was half expecting to be driving home at an unGodly hour with wet and/or sleepless boys.  After Clark and Shawn picked our spot, being the only woman on the adventure, I took it upon myself to stand up for all the inadequacies of said spot and after about 10 minutes of ranting and raving about why this was not a good spot we cleaned up the area a bit, put up the tents and settled in.  It turns out it was a great spot and we had a lovely evening. I shared a tent with H&N and after about 5 minutes of "I want my own bed," they fell asleep and I did not hear another word from them until morning.