I have discovered something about camping. It is therapeutic. It is a lot of work, setting up and breaking down, as well as keeping our plot of dirt “clean” and somewhat tidy. It is busy with two little ones constantly on the go. Miles in the wagon, endless trips to the bathroom, constantly wiping sand out of bottoms, scoping out potential sites, cooking over a mini grill, keeping Delaney out of the road, and keeping the fire alive. Whew! However, as I sit here and write this, I already miss it.
It is because we are together. Working together to create special memories. TV becomes the last resort for fun, and time together talking, laughing, and lounging reconnects us. No computer. No phonecalls (unless family needed us). No schedules. Just us.
We really needed this. Our family finds itself facing what many others do…some element of disconnect. Busy lives, chores, distractions cause us to lose track of what is most important – time together. Valuable time. Communicating. That is why I feel camping is therapy. We have to work together to keep things running smoothly. We are a team, and we are finding things to do together that doesn’t involve SpongeBob, Facebook and text messaging. Now, that is a vacation.
We just returned from Port Cresent this week. What a great campground. We loved it. Here are some photos of our trip.
Our campsite, complete with my Dad's old awning lights (complete with dead bugs from the 1970's).
We took the girls for pony rides in Port Austin. They loved it!
The girls playing at our site. They love their little treasures!
Getting ready for one of our MANY wagon rides through the park.
Kenzie on the beach.
Laney before our hike.
Laney loves Superman!
Playing Kooky Golf
Tiring out the kids!
Yep, she fell asleep standing up!
Ok… that is the creepiest Spongebob I have ever seen.