Motorcycle went camping for the first time over Labor Day weekend. ![]()
There is something magical and family building about getting out of civilization and lost in the forest. We cranked up the country tunes, put on our camping clothes, and left without looking back. Well, we turned around when I realized I did not pack pillows. Then, when we got out to Blue Ridge Reservoir I discovered that I had not packed our air mattress either. Oops.
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On a scale of 1-10, this trip was a 10.
There is something magical and family building about getting out of civilization and lost in the forest. We cranked up the country tunes, put on our camping clothes, and left without looking back. Well, we turned around when I realized I did not pack pillows. Then, when we got out to Blue Ridge Reservoir I discovered that I had not packed our air mattress either. Oops. Camping with a child was exhausting and fun all at the same time. I noticed that Callum's things were carefully and strategically packed. However, Jason and I forgot just about everything you pack for yourself as an adult.
Callum enjoyed exploring and playing with his cousins. He was mesmerized by the campfire at night. For the first time in a very long time he was willing to sit on my lap and be cuddled. Those flames are magical!
He got a 4 wheeler ride and plenty of swing pushing.
This was slam dunk trip. I cannot wait for another chance to camp as a family.
