We had our first camping trip as a family ever last weekend. It was a toe-dip in the water type of camping trip. Just one night at a state park is all. Everyone loved it. It felt like the start of a new tradition.
I’ve been pining for us all to go camping for a long time, but moving to Scotland delayed those plans. After we moved back, I got a big family tent as a birthday present, and that started a chain reaction of camp gear acquisition and planning that is still ongoing and gaining momentum by the week.
The site for our first adventure was Hanging Rock State Park. I chose it because it wasn’t too close or too far away (2 hours drive), had availability, had what looked like some nice hiking, and was a state park, which, in my experience, were always solid.
We just stayed one night to get a feel for things. We set up camp together. Explored the park. Built a fire. Cooked dinner (sausages). Made s’mores. Sat around the campfire watching the stars. Made hot oatmeal and coffee in the morning. Broke camp. Went hiking. Headed home tired and happy.
A perfect Saturday-Sunday combo.
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