Last weekend we went camping with some friends at Mt. Charleston. We had a blast. It was so beautiful up there. The girls enjoyed exploring, playing with fire, building their own teeter-totter, and sleeping in their very own "girls-only" tent. We hiked to a meadow and the kids had a great time playing freeze tag and red rover. Allie was enjoying herself so much that she dropped her much beloved favorite blankie and left it in the meadow. We discovered we had left it as we were driving back home. The funny thing was, Amelia felt so bad about Allie losing her blankie that she cried all the way home. Allie hadn't a clue and when we got home she seemed content to nap with a different blanket. It's been a week, Allie is still content. Thank you, Mt. Charleston, for freeing us from the dingy, take-me-everywhere blankie and for allowing us to overcome our fear of camping with kids. Our last camping trip was six years ago. Amelia was just a baby and the thoughts that come to mind when I recall that trip are diarrhea diapers, raccoons in the night, and a sleepless baby. Thank you Mt. Charleston for replacing the bad memory with a good one. We actually might go back again next summer!
