camping

The littles and their tent, closest to the river. 

There are different methods for eating smores - some people make a sandwich and delicately eat the whole thing.

Others cannot wait that long and eat the burning marshmallow straight off the stick. 

Others still soak the marshmallow in the scotch our friends smuggled into the campsite and eat it on top of reeses cups and nutella. I'm not naming names, but it was amazing. 

Dirt - endlessly entertaining.

Also, water. 

Specifically the Perdernales. It was a perfect wading depth for the little kids, and there were enough pockets of deeper water for Wren to practice her swimming. 

We walked down the falls and wished we'd remembered to bring tubes. Maybe next time! 

We came home early because we'd had to rope friends into emergency Bear-sitting.  Also, we're going to be out of town next weekend and if I'm away from home for more than two weekends in a row it makes me feel scattered and crazy. More than usual, I mean. 

When we realized we couldn't bring Bear and didn't have anyone lined up to take care of him, I thought about staying home -  I needed to do laundry, and grocery shop, and throw away a dumpster full of end-of-the-schoolyear paperwork. Also vacuum. 

However.... camping on the Perdernales River with great friends... or laundry -- it turns out it's an amazingly easy choice after all.