Camping Trip

On Good Friday, we planned a sort of last minute camping trip with our family. 

 I really wanted to do something Easter weekend and of course Kent's first idea was to take the four wheelers and go camping.  He had been itching to do this forever and since it wasn't too hot or too cold, I was totally up for it. 

The boys were anxious as soon as we got there to hit the trails.  After we got camp all set up, we headed out.  We all got a tad muddy (the boys LIVE for that) and I was VERY happy Kent surprised me with some good riding/mudding boots. 

Kent wasn't overly happy that I killed one of the four wheelers going through some deep water (problem is now fixed so all is well).

 We came back and got busy trying to start our fire to cook dinner. 

Boston was being taught some trusty boy scout skills.

 And before we knew it, we had a fire to roast our hot dogs on. 

 The thing about camping is you just don't care WHAT you look like.

The boys NEVER got bored.  While we relaxed around the campfire, they were chasing each other laughing, playing, hiding...seriously it was perfect.

  One of the BEST things about camping?  Making s'mores of course.

When it was about time for bed, I was a little hesitant to see how Hudson would do NOT being in his crib (yes, he's 2 and still in his crib).  We put them both on an air mattress and I totally thought they would play and be silly (because that's what happens in their bedroom at night, Hudson is just CONTAINED in a crib).  To our surprise, we seriously didn't hear a PEEP. 

They were OUT.  Thank goodness.

The next morning, I bombed the breakfast. 

 I totally spaced bringing salt and pepper for the eggs and who can eat eggs without that? 

 So, without any complaints we snacked on powdered donuts and bacon. 

Pretty sure my boys would eat that everyday for breakfast if I let them. 

The boys (ESPECIALLY Hudson) were getting SUPER anxious to go out on the four wheelers.  Since the one was dead, we all piled up on ONE four wheeler.  That was a sight to see.  I'm sure more than one person there thought we were crazy (AND TOTALLY white trash). 

 Kent got a little TOO confident and ran Big Bear into the deepest, gooiest mud whole.  We were stuck for a good while but finally after lots of digging, lifting, etc., we got good ole Big Bear out of the mud. 

 Boston even got lucky to have his first driving lesson.  He thought he was HOT STUFF.

We had to get back for noon, so we got our stuff loaded up shortly after.  The boys played in the dirt (because that's just what you do when you camp) while we loaded up camp. 

Hudson got upset any time Boston played with whatever car, he wanted...

 That's what happens when you are SUPER tired.

Boston was OUT after minutes of being on the road.  Hudson on the other hand, screamed a good bit of the way home.  Aside from THAT part of the trip, it really was a TON of fun. 

The boys got to be boys. 

Boston repeated multiple times that HE JUST LOVES camping.

I do too (as long as the weather is right).