Camping In The Backyard

As I mentioned in the previous blog, the camping trip didn’t work out in the Wichita Mountains this time. But the girls still wanted to camp out. So, we popped up the tent in the backyard last night. We had hotdogs and marshmallows at the campfire, a dog that chased invisible rabbits, and good ol’ campfire stories. Here are some photos of last night’s camping:

NOTE: Original posted in “The Barefoot Garden Fairy” on September 5, 2016.

The Wichita Mountains

When Kevin was about Katelynn’s age, his dad was stationed as a soldier in Fort Sill by Lawton, Oklahoma. Since the Wichita Mountain Wildlife Refuge is lining up with Fort Sill, my parents-in-law took their three boys and went camping and/or hiking in the mountains for the weekends.

Many years later, Kevin always talked about going back hiking in the Wichita Mountains. At the Labor Day weekend in 2014, I said: “Okay, the girls are big enough. Let’s pack the camping gear and give it a shot!” At that time, we didn’t know it would become a Labor Day weekend tradition in our family.

Well, this year we arrived at the campground a little bit too late. Since the campground takes only ‘First come – first serve’ in, and they don’t do reservations for single families, we didn’t get to camp. The campground was overflowing with guests. Maybe it was good that way. When a place is too crowded, we can’t really relax and enjoy our weekend getaway, either.

But since we were here already, we used the chance to hike for a couple of hours. We went up to Mount Scott to enjoy the beautiful scenery from above. And we went to the Jed Johnson Dam and the Quanah Parker Lake Dam to exercise the dogs for a little bit. After all, we’ve got out of the house and enjoyed the day as a family. Can’t ask for more, right? 😉

When we came home and unpacked the car, it didn’t take long for us to pass out on our beds. And today, we can enjoy all the goodies we packed for the trip. We are still considering, if we put up the tent, grill some hotdogs and marshmallows over the campfire, and listen to daddy’s spooky ghost stories, in the backyard tonight.

NOTE: Original posted in “The Barefoot Garden Fairy” on September 4, 2016