As usual, the kids were a filthy dirty mess most of the time and I realized that I'm someone that loves camping because of the dirt, not in spite of it. There is something so relaxing about not worrying about the cleanliness of your kids. And they have a much better time when I'm not nagging them to stay clean. Besides, there is very little that a warm rag at bedtime can't fix.
Friday morning campfire
This is Annie telling me, "I do NOT like you taking pictures!" And then she ditched me. Whatever, I'm trying not to be offended.
This is how Norah spent a lot of her time.
And what is camping without some Eggs in a Frame.
This is what I did most of the time. I read and ate licorice. A lot of delicious licorice.
Hike #1: White Pine Trail. The first mile of White Pine anyway.
Stopping for lunch. This is classic Norah. "No way are you getting my sandwich!"
The ole' put your camera on the ground family photo.
And a relaxing stop at the river made the perfect ending.
More classic Norah.
Annie gave herself a little head dip.
Hike #2: Cecret Lake. The flowers were amazing. And the mosquitoes were abundant. We barely stopped to take in the view from the top. There was a pretty good chance that we would have been eaten alive.
We did get one picture from the top. And it turns out that it is one of my favorite pictures of my kids. I love it.

















































