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Maybe someday camping won’t be as much work as it is right now.  One can hope.

I cannot wait for the day I can say to my crew, “Pack your bags, we’re going to the Lake!”  Heck, I’d even settle for “grab the bag I packed for you, it’s at the top of the stairs!”.  Those days are quite a ways away for me.  My oldest being 5, and the youngest not even crawling yet, and all.  But, I still do it.  Why?  Because it’s so much darned fun.

Last year, my best friend and I took our collective four boys camping.  We each had nice round 6 month pregnant bellies.  People must have thought we were crazy.  But, you know what?  Once the prep is done, camping is not any harder than staying at home.  In fact, sometimes it’s actually easier.  Entertainment is literally at your doorstep.

We just returned from our (most likely) last camping trip of the season.  My boys had a blast.  First off, we went camping.  Simply doing that is a thrill (hey, they’re little, and they’re boys).  Second, we went with my best friend and her boys (double the fun).  The four of them are really like cousins.  Which is a good thing since my kids will most likely never have cousins (and that is also a good thing).  Thirdly, we rented a boat.  Like a whole, real, boat.  With a motor and everything.  My oldest son had 77 questions to ask me about said boat before we even arrived.  Would his name be on the boat?  Could he put his name on the boat?  (WTF?!?!)  Where do we jump off?  Does it drive with a pedal like a car or a lever?  How fast does it go?  Can we sit on the front?  You get the picture.

Surprise!  It was fun for the grown-ups, too!  I hadn’t been on a ski (ok, any kind) of boat in approximately 18 years (I wish I was joking).  And, I did something I’ve never done before:  I wakeboarded.  It was serious fun.  And I was seriously sore the next morning.  Thanks for the reminder, neck, shoulders, arms, and back, I know I’m not 17 anymore.

So, we did big fun stuff, and we did small fun stuff.  This is one of my favorite pictures of the whole trip.  My middle son adores the swing.  He could swing all day long.  And, with this view, I could push him all day long.  Well, until I was ready for a sandwich.  Or some Merlot.


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