Last weekend we went camping. Sort of. We rented two cabins on White Rock Mountain which happens to be close to everything if you are a bird, but a million miles away if you are bipedal and use a car for transportation. I left my camera at home, so I got NO pictures. Sad face. But maybe I can talk Kari Penturf into sending me couple of pictures she snapped while we were there.
We went with the Smith family, Penturf family, and Alex. Calah couldn't join us because her dad just came back from his tour in Afghanistan. Again, sad face.
It was colder than we hoped for and it got even colder and windier, but we still had a great time. The cabins were part stone, part wooden. The wood burning fireplaces were amazing at putting out great heat for the cabins. Rustic is the best word to describe them. All the kids' socks were blackened with dirt and grime, but they had a great time getting that way. And with every outing, I am learning that Jude not only loves to get dirty, he has a great ability to find any and all dirt and fully immerse himself in it.
My favorite part of the weekend happened at meal times. We ate inside because it was chilly outside, and super windy. But each cabin had beautiful wooden tables complete with old chairs and benches. These tables were placed right in front of the fire place in the middle of the living area. So our meal times were full of great company with friends, lots of the cutest and sweetest conversations, a cozy warm room, and amazing food. There is nothing better than being surrounded by these things on any weekend, especially camping ones! Smiths, Penturfs, and Alex (hopefully Calah next time) we can't wait to do it again!