We bit, as did a group of other families, and here we are!
Friday night s'mores - Pam booked a beach-front site just for the group to hang on. We had two fire pits, a big snack table and lots of friends to visit with.
Saturday morning breakfast - yum! Camping is always better with good friends.
Cora and Violet again shared the little orange tent. Stace and I had our big grey tent to ourselves. Unfortunately, our blowup mattress didn't stay blown up, and we were pretty much sleeping on the ground. That, combined with noisy early morning crows meant for a short night's sleep. But, as our friend Colleen would say, "That's camping!"
We were off to the beach around 11, and Sophia, Cora and Vivi got to work digging a deep hole.
Elaine and Vivian left us around 1:30, and Kelly and Yass and the boys took their spot on our site an hour later.
Cora, Violet, Jake and Char went off on their bikes - Violet wanted her head to be warm AND safe. Jake, lurking in the background, clearly doesn't approve of her fashion sense.
We did more beach that evening, and more s'mores.
Thankfully, Stace and I had a second mattress, and this one stayed inflated. We woke up early again, and emerged to find that we'd had late-night masked bandit visitors.
Look at those paw/handprints on the t-shirt! Also, all over the tablecloth, but they're harder to discern.
Nice that we were able to provide a dozen eggs for the raccoons! What a mess. Stace and Yass went out to the grocery store to pick up more. Thankfully, camping at Carp is easy, with grocery stores and restaurants within walking distance.
Stace, Violet and I took an early Sunday stroll to the seaside, and checked out the rock stacks she'd made earlier.
Later, breakfast was served!
We then packed up our site and headed back to the beach. We'd woken up to a gorgeous, clear, warm day, and while the rest of our group checked out and went back home, the waves were calling us too loudly.
The kids and dads alternated between playing in the waves and playing in the sand.
At one point, Kelly and I turned around from our blanket to see that Cora and Jake were no longer on their towels (visible here with Charlie).
We waited a few minutes, and then started looking for them. She went to the bathrooms, Stace and I went one way up the beach, then she and Char went the other direction down the beach. Yass went back to our camp site.
By this time, about 15 minutes had gone by. I wasn't truly worried, as we knew they were together - it wasn't likely they both were drowned or kidnapped, and where would they have wandered to? They'd know better than to take off without talking to us.
Finally, a woman sitting not far from us pointed to me, and pointed to the logs. She obviously could see that we were looking for someone. I went over to the logs, and as I got close, there were Cora and Jake, lying in a square hole, two yards from their towels.
"Why didn't you call our names? We would have answered," Cora noted.
I didn't have a good response to that, other than we didn't want to alert all the passersby that we were missing our children. Who weren't missing at all, but were merely lying down in a hole a few yards from us.
When we recovered from our fright, we enjoyed the sunshine the rest of the afternoon, and had a Mexican lunch before getting on the road home.
It was a great weekend away.


















































