A couple weeks ago we too a long awaited camping trip. We've postponed for two years now. We try not to camp with babies or crawlers, but alas we've had one of those for 2.5 years, and aren't seeing a light at the end of the tunnel with Salem coming along, so we seized the moment. We dove over to Blue Angle Park in Pensacola, a navy recreation area, set up the tent and had ourselves and adventure. Shiloh and Hosea loved it, Aggie liked it as long as I let her eat sand and leaves and dirt. Which i didn't , at least not on purpose.
Here is Aggie in her princess sand-gaurd, she has out witted the system and is still able to shovel large handfuls of sand into her mouth. I do think it may have reduced the percentage of the incidence?
Hosea looking for minnow, crabs, and anything else living he might be able to catch.
The victims of Schloss family ninja skills, about 15 minnows and a crab.
Torture session of the little critters. They were playing with them on this tent platform, and occasionally one would fall though the crack of the board, so Hosea would go "rescue" it. What a good Samaritan. We did release the survivors eventually. There were survivors, if you can imagine that?
Campfire.
S'mores, a must have.
Fishing.
Aggie, Salem and I.
The kids during a disk golf/walk though the woods. Mike plays golf and we all walk though the woods with him.
We only stayed one night, about a 24 hour camping trip, and honestly that was just about right. Long enough to say we did it and short enough to keep from getting to exhausted from managing a little one out of doors.
