So much about being a dad makes me remember my own childhood. If you’ve been reading this blog for a few months or more, you may remember a post a while back in which I put up a bunch of embarrassing photos of myself as a young lad, notably that first one in which Yours Truly circa 1982 (?) at the bottom right was on the cutting edge of outdoor fashion.
That image was taken on a camping trip to French Creek State Park, which (for those of you who like such statistics) according to www.campsitephotos.com is “the largest block of contiguous forest between Washington D.C. and New York City.” Fun!
This past weekend Kelly and I packed up the kids and headed to French Creek once again for some outdoorsy adventures. We were joined by Abby (Kel’s sister), Steve (bro-in-law), their two boys, and Mindy (Kel’s other sister). I decided that comfort was more important than being hard core, and bought a queen-sized air mattress for our tent. Good decision.
Most of the weekend revolved around food. V had her first s’more. We grown-ups added bacon to ours.
Still perfecting the technique.
Getting ready for bed…
Told you most of the weekend revolved around food. Bagels for breakfast didn’t suit V. She had another hot dog instead.
And just to prove that I was here too…