Last year at about this time, we ventured to Camano Island for an overnight camping trip to see how Ellie would do – and she was great. The opportunity to go camping again didn’t come up that summer, so this last weekend we ventured out again, this time to one of our favorite campsites, Newhalem. We were accompanied by our friends Mark and Salle and their dog Carl, and despite the threat of rain (which didn’t appear), had a great, relaxing weekend.
Ellie slept well both nights (she slept between Kim and I in our zipped-together sleeping bags), and all three of us took a marathon three-hour nap on Saturday afternoon. At one point, Ellie woke up briefly, turned sideways, rested her head on my chest and went back to sleep – easily my favorite hour of the trip.
We embarked on a few hikes, with Ellie walking a good portion of the time, which made for a tired girl:
Ellie has always been a fan of rocks, and she really enjoyed throwing them into the river (sorry fish!). Big rocks, little rocks, it didn’t matter. The trick was making sure she didn’t go into the water, too.
Camping with Mark and Salle is always a treat, because we often eat better at the campsite than we do at home. Salle cooked up a roast pork in our cast-iron dutch oven; I made apple cobbler; and breakfast entailed pancakes with fresh blueberries. Ellie also got to spend a lot of time around Carl, a dog, oh my gosh a dog with four legs and fur and everything! (Ellie likes animals.) He was very patient with her and earned the title of Good Dog Carl.
The evenings ended with a campfire, of course, although in deference to Ellie’s sleep schedule we didn’t stay up too late. Mark brought a guitar and serenaded Ellie with custom lyrics as we enjoyed toasted marshmallows. I know, it sounds so cliché, but it was a lot of fun.