so we went back to Hunting Island State Park, this time with a couple friends. it was her first time having a friend with her on vacation and I must say, it was pretty great. the grown ups all had a little more time to relax seeing as how the little ones were often so content to play in the tent or hammock together, leaving us to read and relax and generally not having to entertain them quite so much.
there was kite flying, wading and splashing in the water, drip-castle-making….. and the bike was wonderful for getting around the campground (all three of us fit on it!) and hauling stuff to the beach. there was no real swimming in the ocean this time around~ it's still a bit cold and the day we expected to be the perfect maybe-we'll-brave-the-water day ended up being obscenely windy out on the beach and it made for a chilly experience even when dry and clothed. but that's alright- between the sand and salt air and ocean waves crashing, plenty of beach medicine was still taken in.
I made it to the beach in time for two sunrises, we roasted marshmallows every night, watched the deer nibble on the bushes across the road from our site….
we explored the nature center and marshy boardwalk again, and she and I climbed the light house while papa went digging for clams…
cheers to a great few days away! we are, admittedly, still getting used to this car-camping thing and still feel a bit curmudgeonly from time to time around the campsite when inconsiderate neighbor campers do things like play their wedding-DJ-esque dance mixes WAY TOO LOUD for WAY TOO LONG at night when we are trying to do such things as peacefully enjoy the outdoors, or leave dogs locked inside a camper to bark incessantly for HOURS. et cetera. still, it's growing on us. but I will say this. this summer, at least one backpacking trip.
when we got home it was strange not to be greeted by lots of meowing. but we plugged along and unpacked, aired things out before storing them away….
and she proceeded to make her own dinner because I was so busy with all of that.
coming up next: several (well, three) more posts about this trip because I took a million and ten photos of crazy driftwood and sunrises and clams. and surely there is a limit to how many photos one should squeeze into one post.