last weekend we went camping.
yes, i went.
i'm not a camper.
i'm pretty sure everyone who knows me is very familiar with that fact.
camping isn't my idea of a vacation.
not. at. all.
my family really wanted me to go. and the camping spot was going to be in the same area where mark's grandpa used to herd cattle. this was a family history trip. more on this later.
okay, okay...so i went.
and i will admit, i had a little fun.
the trip didn't start out well.
we got there really late at night and had to set up in the dark.
also, liv was sick from the altitude.
like whenever she moved she thought she was going to throw up.
thankfully, she adjusted and was able to enjoy more camping than not.
i was determined here, people! those little hiccups weren't going to throw me off.
and i'm glad they didn't.
i'm not going to say that i'll be camping again anytime soon but it was better than i thought.
hanging out with my kids, watching mark enjoy fishing with his dad, catching up on my magazine reading, eating almost the entire bowl of caramel popcorn all by myself (camping food is pretty tasty!) and taking an adventurous hike with the whole gang (that will come later too) are just a few highlights.
camping: not awesome, not so bad either.
i came home sunburned, filthy and exhausted. i think i did camping the right way.