Over the Memorial Day weekend, we went camping! Believe it or not, this is the first time Russell and I have gone together. We were invited by some friends to Lake Mojave (about 45 minutes away from Henderson) and together we were 7 adults and 4 kids. Unfortunately, we left a little later than planned (because we were following someone else--it actually wasn't my fault!) and when you're camping, that means less daylight and time to set things up. So when we got to the campsite, we hurried to get our tent set up. This was the first time we had used the tent, but not the first time it had been used (thanks a lot for the mildew from "snow" camping, Boy Scouts...), so it wasn't exactly fluidly put up. Also, the dirt we (Russell) was pounding into was more like sand and it was windy ta boot. We hadn't eaten dinner yet, either, and still had to cook it over a fire and neither one of us is really our best self when we're not fed...okay, I'm probably speaking more for myself. Let's just say our first camping trip didn't bring out the best in us. After setting up our tent, eating some dinner, and kind of (finally) settling in, it was time for bed! Okay, so not really, we did get some good chatting around the campfire done. After we finally went to bed, we were awoken a few times at night by Ty and also by the ridiculously loud wind pulling our tent fly up and flapping it all over the freakin' place. We were told in the morning that the wind was pulling up our tent (so much for those stakes, huh?) so that everything besides our bodies and Ty's pack n' play were up off the ground. Next time, we're bringing up dinner pre-made, getting a real ice chest with ice, and sleeping in the truck bed. Much easier.
Here you can see a little bit of our surroundings: sandy dirt, lots of sun, rocks, and a bunch of sage brush and oleander...pretty much the most un-camping like setting I've camped in. I suppose this is desert camping at its finest. Since we didn't really want Ty crawling around in dirt and rocks, we brought his baby cage. He didn't mind, but wasn't in it for too long, either.
Ty's first successful encounter with a straw, much to his mother's joy! This really is going to open up his beverage enjoyment.
Ty woke up before 6 a.m. thanks to the super bright sun (without any big trees and/or a tent fly, it was kinda hard to ignore) and we let him crawl around the tent for about 30 minutes while we "woke up" slowly in our sleeping bags. By 7:30 a.m. it was already what I would consider hot, and I'm not the biggest heat pansy in the world. We decided that it was just a little too uncomfortable and we were too sleep-deprived to stick around too long, so we headed down to the lake and waded a bit. Here's Ty's approach:
And the entry! He didn't mind that it was freezing cold and loved the rocks all over. I was less than a fan of him putting a bunch of rocks in his mouth. Nasty.
Ya know, just splashing around.
His brave daddy took him out a little further and flung him around a bit.
I LOVE this picture.
I guess it was a successful trip since we all made it out alive (except for Russell's wallet, but that's another story) and had a mostly fun time.
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