Last weekend we went on a two-night camping excursion to Mongaup Pond, a hidden treasure in the Catskills. We get no service there because when at Mongaup, you are really in the sticks. I love Mongaup for its beauty and serenity, but also because I cannot connect with anyone else but my family when I am there. So this time, I left my phone in airplane mode hidden in the truck for all but our last hour of being there. The photo above was taken by Keith, who walked down from our site (C-91 --- best site EVER) into the woods to join us for a morning walk with his cup of coffee in hand.
Bevin LOVED camping as usual (this is her third summer camping) and begged to go outside if ever she felt trapped in the trailer (which wasn't often). She had a ton of fun just chasing or being chased by Cole in and out of the woods surrounding our site. And, at one point, after a little bout of misbehaving on our second (and last) morning there, Cole actually listened to me and sat in a camp chair for 40 minutes looking peacefully through books. While we didn't do a ton, we managed to squeeze in some bike riding, a short hike, a trip to the fish hatchery, and of course chips around the campfire. It was just what we needed to recharge.
No comments:
Post a Comment