The last weekend in September is made for camping! The leaves are starting to change and the Blue Ridge Mountains are beautiful! My favorite place to camp is Sherando Lake. I have to talk my guys into driving an hour and half into wilderness while convincing them that taking precautions against bears, eating food off a stick and relocating a ton of Grandaddy Long Legs from our jeans legs is FUN!
But once we get up there into the crisp mountain air and the fire is lit, we really have a good time.
B wanted to know why it was so nice to just sit side by side in a semi circle and stare at the fire. Cause it just is.
Any fishing was short lived.
We got some lines caught in a tree so the kids were off playing hide and seek while we tried to get the lines free.
Ty's favorite thing we did was playing on the little beach. He took off his shoes and socks and waded around forever. He probably could have done that all day. B found some people looking for "treasure" with a metal detector and followed them around with a little shovel he found digging where it beeped. It was 65 degrees and beautiful. The kids had a blast.
It really wasn't swimming weather, but Ty was determined to get in as much as I would let him. He toed that line most of the weekend. That's where he is right now in his little 3 year old world. I usually tell him once that he will fall, he will get wet and be mad, he will trip if he runs on rocks, and then I have to sit back and let him figure it out himself. So hard! He just has to try everything and see for himself. He has at least 4 new bruises on his forehead and fell too many times to count. Very few tears, though. Little Ty is tough. He would stand up from a fall and say, "that wasn't a bad one, Mom."
Yep, that's a wet bottom.
B was completely on board with roasting marshmallows this year. Ty had a love/hate relationship with that gooey goodness. He liked it until it squished and then, not so much.
B especially liked helping with the fire. He actually kept it going by himself the entire morning while J and packed up camp.
We all "slept" in the same tent which means the boys slept and J and I napped all night.
On our last day, we decided to hike the lake trail. I couldn't believe it, but Ty made it the whole way! It took and hour and a half. The boys had fun following some rabbit trails and rock climbing. The views were incredible. I love the mountains!
I'm hoping to try to go camping a couple of times a year. I love getting away from the TV, the phones, the video games and lets face it, the laundry, the house cleaning, and any other responsibilities. Just for a little bit. And I always feel so much appreciation for God's creation when I can point out so much to the boys. The red leaves, the rock formations from past water falls, the way the sun casts shadows from the clouds onto the mountain sides. And once in the while, the boys get it too and ooo and ahhh as they should. It was a really good trip. Bruises and line toeing and all.
Potential for a really cute picture, and then... my Ty. This picture captures my boys personalities very well.
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