Having conquered the badlands of
our front room, we decided to try camping in a wilder, more remote location: my parents' backyard.
Here are the menfolk setting up the tents.
Daniel applauds Daddy's tent setup skills.
In the evening we made foil dinners and cooked them over our campfire (inside an old washing machine drum; don't ask where Dad got that--I don't know). Alas, we cooked them a bit too long and they got overdone (read: charred).
Fortunately, the Dutch oven cobbler turned out fabulous, so we didn't starve.
And of course, what hardcore wilderness experience is complete without crafts and a Crazy Hat Luncheon the next day?
Here are the menfolk setting up the tents.
Daniel applauds Daddy's tent setup skills.
In the evening we made foil dinners and cooked them over our campfire (inside an old washing machine drum; don't ask where Dad got that--I don't know). Alas, we cooked them a bit too long and they got overdone (read: charred).
Fortunately, the Dutch oven cobbler turned out fabulous, so we didn't starve.
And of course, what hardcore wilderness experience is complete without crafts and a Crazy Hat Luncheon the next day?
3 comments:
That would be so much fun! Did coyotes raid your camp like they did in Joshua Tree?
Nope. We didn't hear any owls, either. Maybe next time. :)
That is a great idea.
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