Two weekends ago we took the boys on their first camping trip. We decided we'd stay close to home, only do one night, and find a dog-watcher for Victor. Brad reserved a campsite at Minnesota Valley State Park down West of Shakopee. We arrived around sunset, made camp, and got a fire going. We heated up our camp grub (I'd cooked up stick-less shebobs earlier at home).
I always enjoyed looking at pictures including whatever family vehicle we were driving -- kind of marked the eras for me. Here's the trusty, cool Cruiser -- probably the last car that will fit our family and still have style.
The general state of Atticus at the campsite: constant motion. He loved being outside and making the fire and the novelty of the entire experience.
Waking up the next morning: The boys slept pretty well -- especially Atticus. We were all packed together like sardines on a full-size air mattress. Brad and I couldn't both lay on our back at the same time. At least one of us had to be sideways for us to all fit. But it was fun and we got enough sleep to wake up happy with that cold-nose camping it's-so-exciting-to-wake-up-pretty-much-outside that I still haven't shaken from being a kid. It must be noted that Brad was able to make one bundle of firewood and three matches get us through cooking two meals. Impressive. We made eggs and pancakes for breakfast -- and I must say, Bisquick never tasted better (-:
Dietrich still waking up...
The park had some great trails but our stroller wouldn't make it, so we drove to Shakopee to take a long paved river route.
Dietrich woke up on the wrong side of the bed. This was his expression the entire morning...
until Brad picked him up and talked to him awhile, and he started to relax a little
Atticus didn't need help enjoying himself.
A great community playground we found in Shakopee town square just off the trail...
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