Froze my ASS off. We went just north of Snottsdale by Bartlett Lake and not in a “real” campground. Which meant tree-peeing and plenty of wandering room. The guys spent most of the time taking down and breaking up dead trees for firewood and made a ginormous fire. I guess it’s the group’s favorite place to camp and they’d made a fire pit on previous trips. The kids had a blast getting dirty and I put my tent up all by myself, but ended up sleeping in the backseat of my car because it was so frakking cold. I made a bed for Kira in the hatch and had to get up 4 times during the night to startup the car and blast the heat and cover her back up. Poor baby was shivering. The other family kept themselves toasty by cuddling in their tent. S’mores on the fire and sausage/egg burritos for breakfast!

Fun but never again.