If I could choose one place to be, it would be the mountains. Give me thick trees, soft forest trails, and babbling streams over sunny beaches any day. Just the thought of the mountains is comforting to me.
So, naturally, camping in the forest makes me so happy. So incredibly happy.
We went camping as a family for the first time a couple months back. Graham burned all 5 fingers on one hand within an hour of us getting to the camp site. (While we were vigilantly guarding the fire we were making, he grabbed the top of the lantern. Of course.) Graham proceeded to cry for the next 3 hours until he fell asleep from exhaustion. I mean, who WOULDN'T cry that much after burning all 5 fingers?? The poor, poor little guy. I was so stressed out all evening. I couldn't even hold a conversation until Graham fell asleep. And our neighbors who went camping with us were amazing and were totally patient and helpful and never made us feel like the trip was a bust due to our poor screaming child.
Luckily, the next morning he acted as if nothing had happened (despite the blisters that had appeared on his tiny little fingers). Graham LOVED exploring the campsite and huge redwood trees. Liam just watched everything in awe the entire time. I'm not sure he ever made a peep.
The second time we went camping there were no burnt fingers! Hurray!
We spent two nights at Memorial Park with a trip to a pumpkin patch on Highway 1 during the day. Despite the fact that the boys barely slept the second night due to the fact that they were coming down with colds (which we didn't figure out until on our way home), it was a wonderful trip. The boys sure love being outdoors and exploring. Graham even got to see his first banana slug. Slimy.