We just returned from our long weekend of camping. We spent the last few days at Lake Camanche in Ione, CA. The first two days were scorchers. I'm not big on camping, so the reason I do it is mainly for my boys (the big one, too). The planning, packing and execution is overwhelming and I uncharacteristically drag my feet each year. But, I always try to remind myself of the good things I do like about it: the relaxing moments, the time spent on the water, the evening stories by the fire, the wind blowing through our tent and cooling us off, and the kids enjoying themselves.
My favorite moment had to be taking the kids out on the tube as it was being pulled by the jet ski. The sheer elation on their faces was priceless. Never have I seen such genuine happiness and excitement. I watched them with unadulterated joy and laughter as they were being pulled, bumped and swung around the lake. Sadly no photos and videos- I'll just have to remember that one in my mind.
Little Jordan steals my hat to shade himself from the burning sun. It was 104 degrees that day.
J.J. and Lucas happy to be together and having a quick drink before heading to the lake.
It took two hours in 104 degree weather to set up camp. Here's the finished product. Our cots and yes, my rug. A total must.
The boys side of the tent and their cots.
My cot overlooking Lake Camanche.
My husband on my cot enjoying the sunset.
Ronin and his cousin Jordan. This little guy is so precocious. He was so entertaining!
Four days later heading home. One cannot wait to get on his phone. The other was conked out.
The big boy enjoyed himself but he's just as glad as me to finally head home. We crashed that night!