We took Eli on his first camping trip this past weekend. It was what my husband wanted to do for Father’s day and we both wanted to prove something to all those naysayers that told us we’d never use our outdoor gear after the baby was born.
It only took us two hours to pack. For being so little, babies seem to need so much. Thank god for car-camping.
We wanted to stay close to home for this first trip, in case we had to do an emergency bailout. Luckily, Boulder is surrounded by plentiful camping options and after a mere fifteen minute drive, we found ourselves in Roosevelt National Forest.
After pulling up to the perfect campsite, we got out and looked around. What we found was so funny I had to capture it on video.
Enjoy the father’s day campsite haul…as explained by my husband…
For the record, we did hear a few gunshots off in the distance and only started worrying when a stray bullet ricocheted off a tree nearby. Adam yelled at the yahoos, they apologized, we survived and Eli did wonderfully sleeping in a tent.
See, camping as a family can be done. And can be fun. Except for the gun.