We said we wouldn’t do it again the last time we got rained out, but one of our friends talked us into trying it one more time . . . tent camping. This time, we loaded up our truck, Pa’s truck, and the Taylor van with way too much food and boxes of camping supplies, and drove across the great state of Mississippi to Piney Grove Campground, where we pitched our tents, fired up the grill, and baited the kids’ fishing rods. After a fun day of fishing, playing cards, devouring some smoked chicken and veggies, roasting marshmallows to make S’mores, and visiting around the campfire, we finally laid our heads to rest in our tents under a clear starry sky. We woke the next morning only to find a cloudy sky which promised to bring us showers later in the day; however, it held off for the biggest part of the day, allowing time to meet our neighbors, play more games, hang out at the playground, and fish some more. Just in time for supper, the inevitable happened. . . the bottom fell out and down came the rain. Thankfully, we had already packed up the majority of our camping gear and tents, and just had to scarf down our burgers and load up the food. We were also thankful for the cabin Ma and Pa had reserved, where we ended up crashing for the night . . . all 11 of us! Since we were a little more prepared this time, we didn’t get miserably wet like our last camping adventure. Still, I think this put the icing on the cake. No more tent camping for us. Anyone know of a good camper for sale?
First things first . . . we had to have our own makeshift bathroom in case we needed to take care of business in the middle of the night. Thanks Austin for taking care of us gals! I’m really glad I never had to utilize this facility.
Levi had fun in his mini-Moonbounce. It kept him contained . . .
. . . for a while.
He liked sitting in Bailey’s little chair, too.
And, of course, Ma’s lap was pretty comfy!
All the kids had fun fishing. We were glad our campsite was right on the lake.
Aaron’s was the first catch of the day.
Then Caleb reeled one in.
Bailey caught lots of little purple fish.
And she even caught a real one!
The boys fished . . .
. . . and fished . . .
. . . and fished . . .
. . . and Jonathan started getting frustrated . . .
. . . until he finally got one!
And then a few more! He wore himself out and had to relax.
Camping wouldn’t be fun without a campfire, marshmallow roasting, . . .
and S’mores!
