Last weekend, Jay and I took our first camping trip of the season. We stayed at a MN State Forest Campground.
We took our kayaks out on the lake.
I ate roasted marshmallows. Just two. The others caught on fire and then fell into the fire as I was trying to hold the marshmallow stick and the camera at the same time.
I listened to the loons. When you are in a kayak, the loons sometimes get fairly close. They pop up from under the water and surprise you.
I like this picture. It says Minnesota to me. Fishermen in the background, trees, water, and loons
One of the best things about this camping trip is that the campsite we stayed at was pretty close to my mom’s house, within ten miles. So I called her up and said, ‘Hey mom, we’re camping this weekend, do you want to come out for coffee in the morning?” She said, “Oh, that sounds nice.” “Great,” I said, “bring the coffee” And she did. Two thermoses appeared each morning. I guess she’s heard what I’m like if I don’t get coffee in the morning.
It was a perfect weekend for camping. Minnesota summers are the best.