Like the other day, when we loaded up our bikes, the bike trailer, and Julia and Luke's bikes, then drove downtown to the river to ride together, it was like it was Christmas. Christmas without 6 feet of snow and subzero weather.
And, I heard those jingle bells a ringin' again this weekend when we loaded up the oldest two and headed to the camp ground.
Creek hiking won first prize for the escapade that was most fun.
Along the way we found flipping fish and rock hideouts that solidified just how creative God's juices are.
It's no secret, our two oldest are as adventurous as we hoped they'd be.
We did things like eat Doritos when we'd normally be having supper. We allowed the children to potty in the bushes, we stayed up way past our bedtimes, and we had a great time doing it.
Then, it started raining just before Mr. Marvelous and I were ready to hit the hard ground our sleeping bags were resting on. Because of that, we missed putting this bag in the truck:
...and a couple hours after I finally fell asleep, I woke to some pesky 'coons who thought we left it out for them. But, laying there, listening to the rustle of bags, then them climbing the tree next to our tent
totally freaked me out nearly lulled me back to sleep.
Ah, the sound of pure nature.
And definitely a trip of pure fun.