camping. . . .

We dropped off the dogs Thursday evening at Patti's. . . (for their doggy vacation. . .Max loves to go and play with the other dogs. . .Dude loves to go and cabitz. . .). . .

Friday, Sam and I gathered and sorted and packed the Jeep to capacity. . . We were sitting among blankets and pillows and trains and goodies. . . And out on the road in the early afternoon headed to the mountains to camp.

Friday was beautiful. The boys had a blast splashing in the stream. And running around in the dirt.

Before we left home, Lukey was doing his usual laps around the yard with his buggy. As Sam packed the back of the Jeep, he brought his beloved buggy to Sam, and parked it at the back of the Jeep.

Bring buggy wiff us, he said, before climbing into his seat in the backseat.

So sweet.

We excitedly had found a buggy replacement for Luke (because his buggy right now is held together with popsicle sticks and duct tape) for his birthday. But, seeing it sitting there before we left, with one wheel hanging by a plastic thread. . . . We knew it wouldn't last. . . So we brought out the new one.

And both boys loved it. They spent hours playing with the little boxes inside. Buying Go Tarts, pocksickles, cookies, fruit, waffles. . . And then fighting about them minutes later (ah, sibling love).

Indy came along to. With his whip, of course. Chasing scores of bad guys. Having many adventures. He wore his grey suit at times (when it was very hot), and then switched back to his brown suit.

Sam made a great dinner (chicken and rice. . .so yummy. . .). And a huge, beautiful fire. . . And we made so many smores. . . Jack had a blast toasting his own marshmallows. Eating them, grinning and sticky fingers. Little boy joy. . .

For some reason, I didn't get a picture. But, the Zeli's had their first official night in a tent. (Make that one official, for the record.). So comfy on the air mattress. . . Until it started to rain. All night long. . . And lightning. . . And the tent began to leak. . . And I began to break out in an allergic reaction to my medication rash. . .

It's always something when we go camping. . .
Have I told you about our Ohio trip and the tornado?

Ah, a story for another day. . .