The kids decided that rather than pitch a tent that they would try car camping (a blow up mattress in the back of the CRV) more on that later.
So, after a chilly and drizzle-filled hike, we ate lunch and decided to put everyone in the teardrop for some family game time. We started with Uno and then moved on to BS. I have a great memory of us noticing the inside/outside thermometer in the cab. It was a chilly 48 degrees outside, but our collective body heat soon had the temperature inside at a balmy 68 degrees. As a group we tried to warm it up to 70. What fun when we finally did it!
Once the fire burned down (we were all huddled around it as it burned into the evening) the men extinguished the flames with our 'natural flame retardant!'
E and I got the kids in their space and then snuggled into the teardrop.
It wasn't too far into the night that we realized we had forgotten to put our garbage in the car. Not only that, we also left a can of icing on the ground. Um, to say we were glad we remembered before every raccoon in the county came to our site would be an understatement! After a quick check of the camp area, and the kids, we drifted off to sleep.
A couple of hours later, I heard Grace letting Erica know they were cold and uncomfortable. So, she climbed in with Grace an sent Jack into the teardrop with me. I was snuggled under the many layers and enjoying the wonderful mattress when my son quickly drifted off to sleep inside the teardrop. A couple of hours later, she kicked Jack out and sent him back to the car.
As soon as the sun began to show, the kids were up and packing up camp. At first we weren't sure what all the ruckus was about; after peeking out the window at them, we decided to stay in our snug space and let them do it. It wasn't too long when we had to get out of our warm and cozy bed to help them break down the pop up shelter.
Thankfully, the sun
was out and it was a gorgeous, but chilly morning. The thermometer said
the low was 37 degrees. You really feel that when you are outside like
we were when camping.
Instead of a nice hearty breakfast around the campsite, it ended up being a quick pack up and head to a breakfast place kind of morning. Secretly, we were all very excited to head home because that meant that we were closer to the main agenda item of the day: meeting Brady. A Yellow Labrador from the Great Lakes Labrador Rescue Group. His foster home was in the western suburbs of Chicago.
We all got warm showers, a short nap and hit the road ready to meet Brady.