An In-Tents Night

It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds, for the opportunity to rain on a tent ~ Dave Berry

We now no longer camp for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven ~ Thoreau

Originally, we had plans to visit Tombstone then the Huachuca Mountains for Spring Break, but the grandson brought home a cold and we all came down with it. Once we recovered, I thought it would be fun to take the boy on an overnighter at Lost Dutchman State Park. I’ve only stayed in cabins with him and was curious to see how he’d fair in a tent. Grandpa stayed home (not a camper).

And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy, and your eyes sparkling ~ Shanti

As you can see by his smile, he was quite excited with his new home for the night and looked forward to slumbering in a sleeping bag. I’m planning on hiking during the summer in the higher elevations and utilizing the tent in lieu of hotels. I’m glad the experience made his feet dirty and his baby blues sparkle!

Camper’s have smore fun ~ Dave’stravelpages

Can’t go camping without a fire! The bundle I picked up from the camp host was costly ($7), but it lit quickly, provided needed warmth on a cold night, and each piece burned down to ash. We didn’t do Smores, but we had our fill of roasted marshmallows. Have you ever tried the pink ones? They taste like strawberries!

My wish is to stay always like this living quietly in a corner of nature ~ Claude Monet

After breaking camp, we took a last hike on the Mountain Bike trail, winding through the Nature trail, then returning to the car via the Camp trail. The boy didn’t want to go home, he wished to stay living in nature. Looks like I’ve got a camper on my hands!