It may have been the stickiest camping trip ever, and not just because of the marshmallow mess. 😉
We knew it would be ninety degrees, but they’ve been begging to go for months-particularly the little squirt.
“And can we sleep in a tent? And can we go hiking? And can we go fishing? And can we roast marshmallows? And I don’t have any hiker boots. And I need hiker boots for hiking. And Dad has some hiker boots. Can I have some hiker boots?
So it seems we couldn’t say no, even with September feeling more like mid July.
We packed the trunk until we could no longer see out the back window….and away we went.