Before I had left home, my mom called and said - hey, there is a cabin available for one night at McLains while you are here. Should we get it?
I said sure.
The cabins book over six months in advance and are pretty hard to come by.
So began our 22 hour camping adventure. It seemed pretty easy to pack for just one night/three meals. Maybe too easy. While we remembered coffee and smore ingredients, we forgot a flashlight or anything to carry water in. We survived.
There are beds, but it's bring your own bedding. Easy enough. We had the sleeping arrangements all figured out. The boys on the bottom bed, myself on the top bunk and my mom on the cot.
At bedtime we pulled out the cot, and we had a giggle fit.
Mark slept on the cot, once we finally got both ends to stay up at the same time - I slept with Brian on the bottom bed and my mom slept on the top bunk, We had lost Wendy to cousins the first night we came to town.
My grandma (94) came out for a visit. She got her annual smore.
We managed to stuff two of my mom's when the grandkids come to town bikes into the trunk.
My aunt came for a visit and rock collecting and to pick up my grandma and bring her back home.
All four campers swam, and we even went under. And it felt great - not frigid at all. No. Really.
Took a morning walk to the bathroom.
Then did two laps around the campground. Figured out that a lap is about 3,000 steps. I had no problem getting to my 10,000 steps today.
Wendy showed up in the morning as her cousins were headed back to lower Michigan.
We will all sleep good tonight, as the camping only accounted for half of our day's activities. After unloading the car and taking a quick shower - we headed back out again for more visiting and swimming. Those photos tomorrow....
This week is flying by way too quickly.