Campity Camp Camp.

It's like deja vu all over again. Except this year, we had picked a different campsite. We had this enormous boulder in our campsite, the size of a small house. Apparently it's a very famous boulder because we had frequent visitors. Parents even brought their small children by to climb it [some wearing helmets] and to tell them stories about when they were kids and they climbed it. Basically, we had our own tourists. Emily was not very happy at first about sharing "the rock." She would hide and send Wyatt as her messenger to ask them to leave as they were infringing on our campsite. It didn't matter that I asked her not to engage in boulder wars because the other kids pretty much owned the rock. They probably have been visiting it and climbing it for most of their lives.

Another major difference from last year, about twenty degrees. We slept under the stars in 30 something [or lower maybe] degree temperatures. Brrrrrr. Last year, I only needed a sweatshirt at night and the early morning, this time we wore our heaviest winter coats!

Friday night, we watched Horton Hears a Who at the outdoor amphitheater, which was predictable, since we already own the cartoon version and the book. It had some really funny moments though. As a family, we have not gone to the theater together since last year's camping trip. It was fun to wrap up in blankets and to have hot cocoa and popcorn outdoors.

Tony wants me to find another place for us to camp this summer so I have to do some research, somewhere new, maybe with fewer boulders. Oh, and definitely warmer, I don't know, we will see. Off to do more laundry...