Last weekend as Paul told you we went camping. It wasn't even his idea. I had to talk him into it. You see, we live our life a little like a person who has been given a diagnosis with only a certain about of days to live
in a particular place. You get the idea. With only six weeks left in the States, there are place we want to get our fill of, but mostly people.
Morgan and I have been planning play-dates like school-girls, packing in adventures and memories, like you can stock this kind of stuff up for a long winter, in India.
Until then Paul is treating me like a pubescent schoolgirl and he is humoring me, even when I say: "Hey! Guess what? I'll tell you what, Morgan and I are planning a camping trip!" because he knows my idea of camping is roasting s'mores in the fireplace of the lobby at the Ritz Carlton.
Thankfully the Loosli's arrived moments later with our tent and Phill's Boyscout fire-building knowledge. We ate and lounged by the fire watching the bugs and roasting s'mores.
The minivan warm-up. FYI, 5 kids and a box of Kix will take several weeks or a professional car detail to clean-up and the Chrysler Town and Country should have an LL Bean edition, this beast is rugged.
After warming up we hit up this meadow. It was incredible. The boys climbed trees and frozen nights were forgotten...