We are back from our ocean campout and had so much fun. It was a day shorter than we had hoped, but that day allowed KC to recuperate from his strep throat. Well worth it, as even the first day I found that he was more tired than is typical. We had lots of beach and pool time, spent time with my mom and her significant other and went to an oceanside amusement park in the evening. The kids love to do that as things look cool with the lights on and the dark skies. All told, since Memorial Day I have camped with them 5 times and our last time will be with our folds from church in mid September. . Today I washed and got things organized and put away--much of our usual gear will not be needed for that final campout as we do not need to cook for that one. I love camping and the kids have definately been bitten by my camping bug.
I think my wife is less in love with it than i am. She is a lover of creature comforts and like the Hermit Crab, tries to carry her house with her to the campsite so to speak. I am all about sitting on a rock or a log and not packing chairs. I want the least amount of stuff so I can spend the maximum amount of time doing things. And then there is that phrase "doing things" My wife likes to sit and knit at the campsite where the kids and I are always off hiking, swimming or looking for adventures of some sort.
Emotionally I was so not ready to come home today. The sea and salt air called to me. The song of the pine trees overhead begged me to stay. But grown up responsibilities call and home we came. And as I was cleaning gear up I was all ready planning next years campouts in my head.