Two and a half days, Two nights, in a tent, with a two year old.
If I wasn’t crazy before!
Actually, it wasn’t that bad. We went camping up (and I do mean up, 10,000 feet up) in Leadville with Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie Karen, Daddy, Mommy and Chloe. Chloe, John and I stayed in the McMansion of tents, large enough for a queen size air mattress and a pack n play. We ate like kings (Alaskan salmon-me, steak-John, chicken nuggets-Chloe) and tried to go hiking. I say tried, because all of that wonderful snow Colorado received this winter is now melting and running in small streams all over the camp site. This, unfortunately, encouraged the mass breading of mosquitoes, which meant we spent the whole weekend covered in harsh chemicals to avoid west nile, and still got bit! Chloe had a blast running along the dirt roads, throwing rocks into a lake (she called it “stone soup”) and looking at the fishies at the National Fish Hatchery. She didn’t, however, sleep very well. The first night she whimpered and moaned off and on all night, and the second night she was up for about an hour singing to herself. All-in-all, we had a great time, and will happy to go again next year! Here are a few highlights:
Our McMansion
Selecting the appriopriate stone, throwing the stone into the lake, stirring the “soup,” “Mommy, stone soup!”
Hiking with Daddy
Blowing Bubbles with Auntie Karen
Posing with Mommy (Hey, that’s strenuous! I swear!)