Camping. Was. Awesome.
We all cried on the way home. For various reasons, but mostly because it’s over. We are sad to come home. I am sad to wrangle Recovery Week.
If you need me today, or in the next 72 thousand hundred hours, I’ll be washing sand, sunscreen, and dirt out of our camping clothing. And dishes.
There are a few new photos over on Flickr, if you care to peek. It’s quite difficult to take photos of your family being a family while trying to keep your 2 year-old out of other people’s tents, ya know?