After looking at our calendars last week, Kim and I realized that we had just one opportunity to go camping this summer. We try to go a few times each year, but of course we’ve been busy with a little one this summer. So we identified a one-night excursion time and headed out to Camano Island State Park on Thursday afternoon.
Why Thursday? We had no idea how Ellie would react to camping, so we played it cautious. If she really melted down, it wouldn’t be disrupting a busy weekend’s worth of campers; plus, Camano Island is just an hour from home, so if we had to we could pack up and head home.
You may be able to guess what happened. She was a dream camper (even if Dad was a little anxious about the what-ifs). She had no trouble taking naps in the tent by herself, and even went to bed close to her normal time of 8:30 pm while Kim and I stayed up and talked by the fire for another couple of hours. She also slept pretty well, swaddled and snuggled between us (we zipped our sleeping bags together).
We were only gone for about 24 hours, but it was a nice little escape. I’m sure Ellie won’t remember the trip, but hopefully it will implant some familiarity with the experience so that when we go camping next year she’ll be just as comfortable.