(if I had a picture, anyway).
Everyone said we were crazy.
Himself said I was crazy - and immediately backed out of any responsibility for the whole mess, even though, while it was my idea, it was his agreement that spurred me forward.
We tried to go camping.
Keep in mind, the family tent was a second home growing up, so camping in and of itself wasn't the issue.
The issue was two-fold ... camping and babies require a lot of stuff - even if for only one night and cars are not made for camping trips.
The plan was to drive from The Frontier to Bryce National Park, hike around, see the sights and camp at Pine Lake, just up the road (to avoid the nutty national park campers). The following day we'd drive to Zion National Park, hike some more and spend the remainder of the 4th hanging out with my parents.
Except, well, cars aren't made for camping trips.
Even when we left out the pack-n-play, the large tent and any non-essential items (like more than two pairs of shoes for me), our "large" compact car (not to be confused with the "small" compact car that replaced the hoopty) was loaded to the top, leaving no room for Himself, Son, myself, Baby Girl and Himself's best friend, who was visiting from Virginia.
After packing and unpacking the car, I did (under a great deal of histrionics and persuation) what any reasonably sane adult would have done weeks earlier ... I called my parents and asked if we could stay with them instead.
Camping in beds with showers and loads of food is always pleasant in the end.
I'm still determined we're going camping this summer - the one benefit to The Frontier is camping, and I haven't gone yet.
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