Lucky Dorito

There is definitely something that borders on awesome to find yourself in the quiet of nature, with nothing but chirping crickets and tree frogs making noise and the bright star-lit sky overhead.

It’s the hours of preparing (finding your camping gear from years gone by, purchasing new camping gear to replace the lost items or the unusable ones, and then loading the vehicle with ALL that stuff that is really a pain in the rump. Not to mention arriving at the campsite and having to then unload and set up.

It’s a LOT of work.

Really.

But, there was a moment Saturday evening, sitting by the campfire with our dinner cooking that my darling husband took my hand and said, “Honey, I know this isn’t your cup of tea…. but I love it. Thank you,” that made it all worthwhile.

Now that we have all the stuff we need – in one place! – I’m going to get some plastic totes to store it in so next time won’t be nearly as difficult. (Did you hear that? I said, next time!)

We were with Mr. Lucky’s brother and his wife and their two kids. They have a big ole’ 3 room tent, so our daughters stayed in one room of it with our niece while their son was in the opposite end with the adults in the middle section. (I can’t believe I didn’t get a picture of the tents! duh, don’t know how I forgot that.) Which means Mr. Lucky and I had our tent all to ourselves (woohoo)! They brought their dogs with them also, who are seasoned campers and very well behaved. We ended up boarding our two dogs because we were afraid it would be too much for both of our dogs and our girls to be first-timers. We’ll take them next time though.

This is Nakota.

This is Sophie.

This is Mr. Lucky making pancakes! He is not just a pretty face, you know. He’s useful too.

This was part of Mr. Lucky’s Christmas gift from my sweet friend Shannon – a brand with an M on it, for our last name. It got a major work-out this weekend as we tried it out on everything we could.

Luby had to try her hand at flipping the pancakes.

My sister-in-law scrambling eggs on the Coleman stove.

(You notice all these hard workers while I’m just snapping photos?)

I did make myself some coffee though. Does that count??

Sweeeeeeeeet!

It was a gorgeous day. After such a plentiful breakfast, the troops went fishing. The path to the lake was laden with poison ivy and oak, to which I am very VERY sensitive. So I held down the fort at the campsite for a few hours by myself. I had planned to read a book.

But I found something even better to do.

Shhh, don’t tell. It’s our little secret!

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