It’s interesting how one thing leads to another.
A few weeks ago we were taking a hike on the reservation. The kids saw a brook and started playing with slimy things in said brook. A few hikers passed us by, we said hello, they went on their way. Then L blurts out “we are going camping!” {which was just a thought on my part at that point} The passing lady hiker overhears and goes, oh do you have a place in mind? Me: no idea. So she recommends a campground on the water in Upstate New York, and I look at our calendar and book a campsite the next day.
The campsite is booked, and I am not turning around.
T’s reaction was less than favorable “just book a hotel room with the kids! Make sure to bring bear spray! You all are gonna be miserable!” I got angry at him that he was poo-pooing my idea. I understand that he is concerned about safety- but it’s a private playground, fenced in around the pond. After a few days I think he made peace with it.
So now I have a favor to ask of my fellow bloggers who went camping with the kids. Diane, Naomie, anyone?
Spam me with advice! Please look at my packing list, and let me know what else I should bring.