Camping with the Clarke family. Grandma's brothers and their families were all there, too, which meant several days of lots of cousins, second cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, great-aunts and great uncles. The kids had so much fun this week.
The reservoir was low, but that meant lots of beach. And there was still enough water for lots of swimming, jumping off rocks, and boating.
Grandpa's kayaks were a big hit. Both Bug and Bean picked up on how to handle them quickly and took off across the lake.
They spent the rest of the time moving rocks around, throwing sticks for a friendly dog, burying cousins in the sand. . .
Peanut, on the other hand, did a little splashing in the water, and then decided that eating snack after snack was a better use of his time. I don't know why this kid won't gain wait. He's "hungy" all day long.
Speaking of snacks, Grandpa and Grandma do anything halfway. Along with s'mores, and dutch oven peach cobbler, we had donuts one night for dessert.
Raised, deep-fried, glazed donuts. And real French fries with dinner that night. This is the first time I ever heard of anyone bringing along a deep fryer camping.
The kids also had a lot of fun activities planned for them. A treasure hunt, nature scavenger hunt, art projects, and a bubble blowing contest. Add in a lot of log jumping, campfires every night, and all the lake time and they were kept very busy.
All three of these kids loved camping (well, except for the pit toilets--no one was very happy about those.) Being outside all day was a dream come true, and having so many kids to play with made it all especially fun.
Peanut is a camping fan! (And he slept better than we had expected. Not great, but better.)
And this is how we managed to camp in a rental car. Oh, and the fact that Grandma and Grandpa brought up tents, sleeping bags, an air mattress, pads, and all the cooking stuff. No way we could do west coast camping otherwise.