A few years back, Rick & I decided that we needed to get away once in a while. Just for a weekend, ya know?
What better than to go camping? We did this a few times when the kids were young, but as they grew older and our lives became busier, this back to nature fun fest kinda fell by the wayside.
So Rick went online and bought a new tent, sleeping bags, cookstove, etc… all the bare essentials that make the experiences a little easier.
Guess how many times we used the stuff.
Blame it on whatever reason you want, because it will probably apply. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoyed it immensely (so you can knock that reason from the list), we just didn’t properly motivate ourselves to go again.
Until last weekend. 4 years later.
Only this time, we upgraded our comfort zone a little to accommodate another member of the family.
You guessed it: Calie.
It wasn’t easy, but we were able to find a used pop-up camper that was just the right size and weight to be pulled by Rick’s little car (which is an Aveo, in case you were wondering).
So on Saturday we loaded up the camper and Calie and headed north to a spot that we had discovered years ago in Michigan called Little Girls Point.
This place is located right on Lake Superior with a beautiful beach of rock and sand.
It also had driftwood trees that were dotted about the area to just sit down and enjoy the beautiful weather.
Or perhaps do some fancy artwork with the rocks that were worn smooth by the lake.
It was interesting to look at how far back the erosion took place.
And over the years, campers took advantage of this by making trails from their campsites down the hill for easier access to the beach.
And who wouldn’t enjoy a beautiful sunset standing on the shore of one of the last freshwater lakes in North American.
Or is it the world.
I’m too lazy to do the research, so someone chime in with the correct answer, k?
And how did Calie adjust to the camping experience?
Well, she probably thought we were nuts, but decided to give it a try and explore her surroundings.
When she discovered that there was grass to be found and eaten, a camping cat was born.
We brought along her kitty palace, but I don’t think she really got the jist that she was supposed to be in the thing, not on it.
She definitely knew where to go for supper.
And she had nice, cozy blankets to snuggle up in.
On Sunday, we decided to take her down to the beach.
Yeah, call us crazy. Sure there was water (which we didn’t know how she would react to), but there was also sandy areas (you know, kinda like a big litter box?). She might like it… or she’ll totally go berzerk.
We just had to find out her reaction.
Yeah, she owned that beach!
I was amazed at how close she got to the water. She wasn’t fond of the waves, so she stayed a safe distance and enjoyed the sights, sun and new smells.
I think that Rick had a good time too.
It was such a gorgeous weekend and I didn’t want it to end. But being responsible, hard working adults, we knew that we had to head back home and get ready for the coming work week.
The temps have dropped dramatically over the past few days, so I’m not sure that we’ll be able to do one more jaunt this year, but knowing Calie’s reaction to this trip, I’d like to see more of these camping weekends next summer.