We went camping.

We set up a tent on the banks of a river.

We sat by fires, read a lot, knitted, whittled, said morning prayers by the river, chopped firewood to the best of our abilities, stayed snuggled into our sleeping bags until the air had warmed significantly, then huddled over tea and porridge.

We were situated close to Camp Sherman, which meant plenty of ice cream runs and smelling the ponderosa pines.

We spent a lot of time on trails that led us to magical, mystical places like this:

Some of us also spent a lot of time doing things like this:

Or this:

It all went smoothly and well despite nighttime temperatures dipping perilously close to freezing, and the repacking of the tent. On our way home we stopped by the Powderhouse trail.

It was lovely. All of it (minus the repacking the tent bit. Although Asher may have learned some choice new vocabulary).

Comments

[Georgia]

Very brave of you. It looks idylic and gorgeous. You should have taken me as I am very good at repacking tents (although the most camping my kids have ever done is in the back yard).

[Rose]

Lovely indeed!

[ivey@durangomom]

hello dear. i thought i'd quit lurking and say hello. i love your blog. love your photos and those red headed children! i could send you two of mine and they'd fit right in with your crowd!

thanx for writing!

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