We went camping again this past weekend with some good friends of ours, kind of a last minute trip. We went to the Blue River this time in south Oklahoma. It was gorgeous. Our campsite was right on the river, so we got to sleep to the sound of the water running. Nothing better...
We fished, we hiked, we climbed rocks.
We roasted mallows, we froze and we sweat. We stayed up late and got up early.
We made campfire coffee that was AMAZING, especially with my french vanilla creamer.
Austin managed to get wet, but thankfully no one fell in the river. And he and I managed to get hung up more than once fishing. He felt bad because I had to cut his line once, and said he was horrible at fishing. I told him to ask Papa just how many times he had to cut my line. Or wade in to get me unhooked.
Both of the kids caught a fish all by themselves, and I was so proud. They were tiny little perch, and may or may not have been the same fish being caught over again, but they loved it. And so did I. I CAN NOT wait to go again. I am so very sad that we spent so many years here not camping.
I plan to rectify this from here on out.



































