I used to think camping meant being in the wilderness without seeing any people. But then I found out, that doesn’t really exist. Even in the Boundary Waters in Minnesota, you still have to camp at designated camping spots, build your fire in the pre-made fire pit, and pee in the provided latrines.
Decide to go camping last minute in Washington where everyone that lives in a house leaves it for the trees on summer weekends? KOA campground it is. A far cry from wilderness camping with a highway in your backyard.
But the s’mores are still just as good, the fires just as warm and cozy, and the ground just as hard.
The highlight was getting up early for a short hike in the glowiness of the early morning sun before Jake went diving in the bottomless lake called Lake Crescent. I made alphabet cookie signs on rocks while I waited. Sorry, but this is one girl that won’t trade breathing unpressurized oxygen for anything. :P I think my aunt is to blame for freaking me out to water when I was six months old while going down a water slide. I wouldn’t go near a water park for years. But don’t tell her that. Anyways, I digress. Check out the photizzles!
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Love the black and white of you!!! Gorgeous, if I do say so myself. The cookie alphabet is cute too! How was the diving? Sorry about the childhood scar caused by Diane. I knew it would affect you but she wouldn’t listen.