camping at green canyon

For this particular outdoor experience, we went with our church for a little group camping. And while the bump and I were nervous about spending the night without our precious Sleep Number, the little camping invitation stuck on our door said that dinner and breakfast would be provided. And in this house, saying no to homemade dutch oven cooking is against the law. 

So we went. And we set up our tent.

I was very helpful of course.

Everybody socialized in the lovely green canyon.

And we cooked marshmallows ...

while we waited for our huckleberry cobbler to finish cooking.

We also had our first giant marshmallow experience. The graham cracker could not contain its voluptuousness.

When it was too dark and cold for any more socializing, we headed back to our tent for some flashlight faces and another round of ranch corn nuts and peanut butter m&ms.

First, husband slept on the ground, and I slept on our blow-up twin mattress. But sleeping is hard when you don't have any hairy man legs to rub your cold feet on. So we both tried to squeeze into the mummy bag on the twin. The bump tried to make it work, it really did. But eventually husband ended up back on the ground. Sad face.

Bright and early at 6:30 the next morning, all the brave parents ... and me and husband were the first ones up.

I think this means we're ready ...

Speaking of ready ... you like how I still cut up my pancakes like I'm 5?

Overall, we loved it. But the bump and its counter parts told husband that we probably won't be going again unless our bed comes too.

See you NEXT summer, tent.