Camaron and I, pretty much on a whim, decided to go camping this weekend. Just the two of us. It was my first night away from Fox, and although I definitely missed him and still thought about him a ton, it was such a treat to have some alone time with just Camaron. His school schedule this semester is very busy, so a little escape to the woods was a welcome blessing.
Normally, I would freak a little with only us two up in the woods -neither of us are too incredibly well-versed in the ways of the great outdoors. We went with my family just a few months ago though, and everything was still fresh in our minds, so it wasn't nearly as overwhelming or scary as it could have been. We explored, took pictures (obviously), got eaten by mosquitoes, gathered firewood, built our fire, played games, made our dinner, ate too much dessert, read our books, and then froze in our car all night because we didn't pack enough blankets:( Seriously, how do I not know how to properly pack by now?? I always freeze when I go camping, yet I never think to pack extra blankets the next time. After this time though, I'm pretty sure that won't happen again. Around 5 or 6am, we finally just broke down and turned on the car and blasted the heater. Heaven.