Last week a good friend invited my kids and I to a camping weekend party at her ex’s place. And I was like, sure, that sounds fun and quiet. When we arrived we found several hundred people, an old barn filled with props, lots of live music and a giant vegetarian kitchen tent and it was all more like a music festival.
Very fun, not so quiet.
Cormac in the tent trying to get to sleep and worrying that he will miss out on the toasted marshmallows. He did.
Lauca and my friend’s son swimming in the river.