Last weekend we celebrated Father's Day, yes, early. My daughter had planned a long weekend away in a (another) state campground at some rustic cabins knowing that my husband loved being in the outdoors hiking all day and then sitting around a campfire as the sun set and dinner was cooked over an open fire. My daughter, who has a very demanding job as a director of some such or other and is the mother of three all under nine, planned all the activities, made the reservations, planned the menus, and packed all the food, and packed all the stuff needed for her three children as well. This cannot be my gene pool, but perhaps I can ride the thrilling tail of this rocket. My son and his wife also joined us.
We always have S'mores (graham crackers, campfire toasted marshmallows and chocolate sections all put together like a sandwich) for dessert in the summer if there is a fire. But this time daughter saw one of those new Pinterest ideas and also packed some sugar cones, miniature marshmallows, chocolate chips and sliced strawberries and whole bananas to slice. When the oldest grandson saw all this chocolate and sweet stuff he said gleefully, "Wow. This isn't going to be a very healthy camping trip!" We filled the cones with the above, wrapped them in heavy duty foil and then placed them on the very warm coals at the end of our meal of foil dinners (meat, veggies, etc.) to heat up for a few minutes before dessert. They were delicious and cool enough to be handheld!
I could post a bunch of photos to prove all the fun we had on trails, on rocky outlooks, at the top of spruce forests and at one huge waterfall, but instead I will tell you that we went to the mountains of West Virginia and got lost several times on winding dusty roads with no signs before we found our cabins tucked away in some lone valley. When we reached the campground we struggled for some time before we got the lock combination on the road gate to work so that we could get in. Hubby forgot the fire starters, but being a former Eagle Scout he managed to get enough twigs, with grandchildren help, to start a great campground fire. Son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter were the only ones who could carry a tune while son played his guitar, but it still made for a lovely accompaniment to our evening fire sitting. And one little mouse managed to eat through the plastic cooking oil container during the night which kept me a bit awake in my sleeping bag in the dark and otherwise silent cabin. We still managed to end up smiling all the way there and back.
Some of the pretty photos of the great outdoors will go on my other blog.