Josh is already taking advantage of having more free time. On Thursday night we went camping at Huntsville State Park, which is about an hour north of Houston. Though I loved camping when I was younger, I'm afraid it's not my favorite thing anymore, but I am outnumbered. When put to a family vote, I will be outnumbered every time because Josh and Eli enjoy camping very much. I want to enjoy it as much as I did when I was younger, but so much has changed. First, I don't remember the work part of camping when I was young. I'm sure my mother did because now I realize that it is hard work to plan and pack everything, set everything up, and then take it all down. I also didn't wear contacts and have frizzy hair back then. I am much more aware of my daily need for a shower than I was when I was young. The other part is that it is hot and humid here in Houston, and it doesn't cool down enough at night. But like I said, my boys like it, and they didn't want a father/son outing (they had that at the beginning of May), they wanted Mom/Wife to come along.
We had a camping spot near a lake, so it was beautiful scenery. We had the typical foil dinners, except Eli wanted hot dogs (he doesn't like potatoes, which are usually a main component in foil dinners). We roasted marshmallows, which is Eli's favorite part and probably the main reason he likes camping so much. Maybe if we started roasting marshmallows over the stove, Eli wouldn't feel the need to go camping and Josh would be outnumbered. ;-)
When night fell, the lake turned into a cacophony of frog and bug noises--not the typical nighttime noises, this was LOUD. Combine that with the heat, and I am amazed I got any sleep at all. That is another reason why camping is not my favorite thing anymore. I remember sleeping when I was young. I do not sleep very well at all now when we go camping. There seems to always be something on our camping trips. This time it was the heat and bugs. I didn't know that our tent door zipper was stuck ever since our trip to Corpus Christi in August 2010. Apparently the salt in the air near the beach caused some tent damage that Josh didn't tell me about (he had gone camping since then; I hadn't). Anyway, our tent door zipper broke, so anything that wanted to come into the tent had free passage. I was both sweating to death and being bitten alive. The good thing is that mosquitoes have never really liked my blood, so they do very minimal damage even when they do bite, but I can still feel when something is crawling on my skin. I was torn between sleeping on top of the sleeping bag rather than sweating to death or sleeping in the sleeping bag rather than being bitten. In the end, I did manage to switch between the two and get some sleep.
On Friday morning, we went on a small hike before leaving Huntsville State Park. Then we went to Mooreheads Farm to pick blueberries. We've been wanting to go blueberry picking for a while but had to wait until Josh finished his dissertation. Blueberries just taste so much better when picked fresh. Okay, pretty much anything tastes better when picked fresh. I sure wish I could pick some fresh peaches. Nothing I get from the store compares to the peaches I used to get from my Grandpa Hinton's orchard. Anyway, the blueberries were tasty and are almost gone already. We managed to pick about two and half pounds before Eli insisted on going home. He was having some tummy troubles, and since it was VERY HUMID, we obliged.
Though camping isn't my favorite, it was fun to spend time together. We had missed being with Josh these past couple of months while he was working really hard on his dissertation. We're glad to have him back.
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| Enjoying dinner |
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| Showing off sticky marshmallow fingers |
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| Eli helped clean up by stuffing his own sleeping bag. |
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| On our hike |
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| Eli is forcing a smile since he doesn't feel well. |