I can’t miss sharing our annual Moomaw trip.
This one was different. We had fabulous weather 95% of the trip. And we had a baby. And we brought our dog.
She is a pretty adorable camper.
We were seriously in awe of the gorgeous days. Camping in Virginia almost gaurantees rain. And last year I had almost sworn off camping after our two outdoor adventures left us soaked and damp for days. But we basked during this trip and it was lovely.
The little miss did quite well on her first camping expedition. She probably disturbed the peace less frequently than dear Gladys who for some reason felt the need to be the rooster of the mornings. Charming indeed.
Bebes change the experience a bit in that you can’t completely go flying around whenever your heart desires. There’s naps to think of and food and diapers and the occasional land lockedness when the boys take the keys to the car on the boat and there you sit at the camp site. So it was lovely to have the grandparents there to babysit while Wes and I tore around on jet skis or serenely (heh) glided on sail boats.
And everyone took up a new hobby. Wake surfing is the new thing. At least on our boat. Some of us do it better than others.
It was a blast.