Monday, May 14, 2012

Happy Campers

The first time I went camping, with my now husband, I cried like a baby. True story.  Hours into a thunderstorm, I rolled over in the tent and through tears I admitted to him that I wasn't as "outdoorsy" as I had let on.

My preferred version of camping is more girly-girl than granola {think Troop Beverly Hills}. I married wilderness man. Fortunately, for both of us, we persevered past that initial camping experience together.

Years later, and many more successful camping trips in the bag, we set off this past weekend to Lake James with our pup in tow.
As we packed up the tent on Sunday, Mat joked that I should write a girls guide to camping {perhaps that's because I made some killer campfire food?}
I'll take that as a sign that I've gotten better at the whole "roughing it thing".  Thankfully, this time, there were no tears- just happy campers.
I'll be back next week with my regular recipe postings! 

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