Camping is one of those things; people either love it, or they don’t touch it with a 10 foot pole. But I actually didn’t know where I stood when Kevin and I decided to go on our own little camping trip a few weeks ago — I grew up camping with my family as a kid, but I’ve never gone as an adult. I’m semi outdoors-y, but I’m also a homebody. Would I love it or hate it?
Well the verdict, people, is in. I totally, completely enjoyed myself. Here are a few photos…
The island we went to, Washburn Islands, has 10 campsites, and is only accessible by boat, making it feel like miles and miles away from home.
We only went for one night, and it ended up being the perfect amount of time for a newbie camper like myself. I read, waded in the water, sipped wine…
And then Kevin whipped out a s’mores trick…
(He was totally in his element. It was hot).
If you assemble the s’mores over the fire, the whole thing gets toasty and the chocolate completely melts. It’s delicious.
For dinner we had steak and corn, and I brought a tiny container of simple vinaigrette to pour over grilled veggies.
We put a bandana on Juniper for easy spotting. She was in heaven:)
Such a fun night away. Anyone have any camping trips coming up? Or any places on the east coast they would recommend? I’d love to try Maine next.