When most people heard we were going to spend a week tent camping in New Hampshire, their reaction was one of either sympathy or disbelief. Only a few seemed envious of our vacation plans. I realize that camping isn’t for everyone, but it really isn’t as much work as people may think. You just have to be ok with a little dirt, a lot of chilly (or too hot) and a tiny cook stove.

Here is D stirring up some eggs for breakfast:

We went for a walk down to the river and Belly got her toes wet. The water was C-O-L-D!

Then, Fairly Odd Father showed the kids how to skim rocks:

Jilly played her first game of mini-golf. Well, her first physical, not-computer-game-based, game of mini-golf:

One afternoon, we spent at a huge mountainside lake. Oddly, the water in the lake was much warmer than the water in the campground’s pool:

A highlight of our camping trip had to be cooking hot dogs over the open fire. Of course there were marshmallows cooked too:

But, with 40 degree nights, breakfast was the chilliest meal:

A trip to the Fair was well worth it. After all, D got to try out the big tractors:

and, Jilly got to play “impatient Massachusetts driver”:

D and I posed in the Carousel bench—it was his idea to sit there, honest:

The girls screeched on the roller coaster:

And, before we knew it, it was time to go home.

Not a bad way to spend a week. Even if I did have 10+ loads of laundry to do when we unpacked.

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