Half of our experience in Acadia was definitely about the camping. I knew if we didn’t try camping this summer that we would fail to get around to it for another five years. So I made a huge long list, got a screen tent, a queen air mattress, a very large 100 quart cooler, bug repellent, s’mores ingredients, found all the sleeping bags, Thermarests, the Propane stove and tent we bought two years ago and had never used, flashlights… And off we went.
Here we have a typical view of our campsite at Blackwoods Campground, a National Park campground.
Conor’s favourite thing was helping Daddy with the fire (so he could eat marshmallows)
Eoin’s favourite thing was playing with the utensils, pots and cleaning water
Papa’s favourite thing was the morning pile-on
Mama’s favourite thing was watching the boys have fun (and staying out of my way so I could make dinner)
I will admit it was not always plain sailing. The rain on Tuesday was pretty bad, but we stayed relatively dry (not the porch unfortunately but it was not designed to) and Eoin got two molars and was pretty clingy (makes it harder to haul water) and tired. Sometimes Conor needed extra comforts from home (especially on the rainy days)
But really camping was wonderful, tiring, damp, dirty, joyful, fun, and the cider tasted extra special