Pop-up Fever

Last weekend we enjoyed our first campfire of the year out on our patio. It was time. We have been having a seriously warm and early spring so even though it would normally be out of the question to sit outdoors in late March here in WI, it was a perfect night for it. We had our bff's over, and we started talking about when would be a good time to start planning our first camping trip. Didn't take James long to run inside and grab his Mac and dial up Reserve America! badabing and there....done! Our first reservation was made for a weekend in May! Well that was so easy...we booked a second weekend! Now we were stoked. We last camped in late November, and we were bemoaning the fact that it would be months and months before we'd be able to camp again....but we made up for the long winter by taking lots of ski trips. But now, here it was already-camping season hurray! (I realize that if the thought of camping makes your skin crawl, you're prolly thinking I'm nuts. We've come to the realization that there is a sub-culture camping community out there. If you're one of 'us', I know you can relate to my excitement). Ok so we have our two weekends already planned. Yay. So last Tuesday, I get a call from my husband while I'm at work. He says, "hey." and I can hear something cute and clever lingering in the tenor of his voice. So I say, "hey..." and I wait. He says, "so...I've been looking at the forecast for this weekend and um....." and I hesitate for a moment, and reply, "yeah....and?" James continues slowly...."well, it's supposed to be like, in the 60s and sunny this weekend so I was thinking....wanna go camping??" Whoo-Hoooo!!! So I text BBJones and say "Girl! We're going camping this weekend come with us!!" So we had a great time, even if it was a bit cooler on Saturday. That makes for perfect campfire weather! I was actually giddy when we had our camper set up again-I missed the old gal! There's nothing like the smell of the camper, the ice cold Diet Coke, the serious snacking, the sound of the trees and drops of rain on the camper while sleeping, late night jokes and laughs around the fire, Nate sleeping in, giggles from the girls from inside, camp coffee, James' burgers, Nate's chatter, long walks, midnight bathroom treks, I could go on and on and on.

Nate's a camper. We start 'em young.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!!