instead...

I'm not sure I could quite express how excited I was to camp this weekend. Biking. Hiking. Geocaching. Relaxing. No laundry...

We were all set to go. Car packed. Groceries purchased and organized... but it just wasn't meant to be. A rain storm leaving puddles rivalling the "big puddle" of my youth and a bluegrass festival that meant every other part of the park would be closed. So home, we are. And it is okay. I felt a twinge of regret when the day dawned sunny and bright with an uninterrupted blue sky... but the pancakes on the griddle were delicious. Just as good as the ones over the campfire would have been. Well, perhaps not... but we'll never know.
We spent the day... together. Our vacation weekend quickly turned into a working (around the house) weekend... but the atmosphere was relaxed, and we carried on as if it was the plan. We stopped to watch some of the recorded Olympic opening ceremonies, and we took the time to make our Valentine camp shirts...


Tonight the stew is bubbling away in the cast iron pot... in the backyard instead of in the park. Cornbread and apple crisp is yet to come. And maybe some s'mores.
Fun is what you make it. And sometimes... the view from your own backyard is just as nice as anywhere else. As long as you are together.