Everything started off great. Got to the campsite, and quickly found a free site. It was really nice, but pretty close to the road. We un-loaded and set up camp. Paxton loved all the dirt and had a blast picking up all the random trash or "hidden treasures" left behind from other campers. I gathered a nice pile of fire wood and quickly got the fire going. This is where the trip got interesting.
The Mighty Eagle Scout! |
Pax and I sharing a little Root Beer. |
Well, dinner was great. Ate some hotdogs and roasted some marshmallows. Put Paxton to sleep and let the fire die down. As we went to bed we found it strange that cars were continuing to drive down the road well into the late night hours. There was finally a lull in the traffic and we both fell asleep. Our wonderful snooze was interrupted by a massive truck/trailer bouncing down the dirt road. I woke up and thought it was morning, and I heard Pax over on the side utter his cute little sound, "Gloo." He saw me peak my head up and excitedly began to climb over Connie to get to me. He thought it was play-time, I thought it was morning, and Connie wondered what the heck was going on. She explained that it was only 12 o'clock, and asked why we were up. So, for the next hour Pax climbed about the tent as Connie and I laid on our mostly deflated, super uncomfortable air mattress. Realizing that I wasn't going back to sleep, and Pax most definitely wasn't, we decided enough was enough and it was time to pack up and go home. Lucky for us we were only 40 min. from home. At 1 am we packed up the car, made a pit-stop at McDizzle, and headed home.
All-in-all a great trip. We got to enjoy the whole camping thing, AND sleep in our own bed, AND have a great fainting story. Perfect first Family Campout.