...and I do mean adventure. We headed out with my neighbor and her two kiddos (Yep, 2 moms and 6 kids!) for a 3.5 mile hike to Burnt Lake to camp for 1 night. Then, a 3.5 mile hike back out to our car.
She was super excited.
It is crazy how much weight each of us had to carry to get our camping gear into the site.
After 3.5 miles of only some complaining and me having to carry both Pearl and Keller's bags at different intervals we made it to the lake.
No fire was allowed at the campsite, so our camp master extraordinaire pulled out her traveling self-contained tiny stove and cooked us dinner.
Around this time in the photos, where I have none, is when it got gnarly. Keller didn't feel well. Pearl worried about him, did what she does when she is worried, threw up...in the tent. Twice. Then, Gus really didn't want to sleep in a tent with throw up. He calmed down. I used a total of 10 baby wipes to get the throw up out of our tent as best as I could. Threw Pearl into one of Vera's shirts and we went to sleep. I think I only had a few vomit chunks on my cheeks and in my hair when I woke up.
Oh, and the big kids' tent at 3am decided to break and they spent the night wondering if they were going to suffocate. It was an adventure.
It was a long hike out, but less complaining. The reward of showers and being home spurred the kids on.
Needless to say, we were pretty done by the end.