Rushing River 2011

Last week we went on our annual Rushing River camping trip.

It. Was. Awesome.

We hiked.

We swam.

Seth swam so much. He made Neil swim out to the island over and over and over again and even jumped off the rock a few times. He loved it.

 

We had a lot of fun hanging out together. The weather was perfect- really hot.

This wasn’t Oliver’s first time camping, but it was the first time he was old enough to enjoy it. And he really, really did.

 

Besides Oliver crying for two hours in the middle of the night the first night, the kids slept pretty good and so did we.

We picked wild blueberries, saskatoons, and even raspberries, all right on our lovely campsite. We cooked corn on the cob, kebabs, and even made pizza. It was pretty delicious. We made s’mores too, of course, and the kids were pretty thrilled with the banana splits we cooked in the fire too.

We were supposed to stay for three nights but we woke up to rain on our Wednesday morning and it just wouldn’t quit. We hung out in the tent for awhile.

The kids fed each other Golden Grahams from each other’s mouths. Like baby birds.

And there was wrestling of course.

When it became clear that the rain wasn’t letting up, and our belongings inside the tent were getting wet, we decided we had to pack it in and call it a day. But don’t worry, we’ll be back next year! Because we love you Rushing River!

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2 thoughts on “Rushing River 2011

  1. Rachel Hennan says:

    i want to be there with you guys!! looks like so much fun and the kids seriously get cuter every time you put pictures up…i swear.

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