Camping

J's family likes the camp. So we packed up the car and the three dogs and headed out.

One thing about camping with people who like to camp...they have all the equipment. We have our own tent, sleeping bag, and chairs, but we don't have any cooking stuff.

Also, this tiny tent...

...housed a flushing toilet.

There was also a hand washing station. This is camping in luxury.  (Except at 5:30 in the morning when the hand washing station was frozen.)

The dogs were good. They mostly stayed close, and when they wandered off, would come back when we called. So we didn't bother tying them up. I did feel like a mother watching children, as I would occasionally take a head count and have a moment of terror. "Where's Osa??" The answer: Always by the food.

Osa played guard dog.

Micah relaxed in the shade.

And Tiny was usually on a lap.

Or in a sweater.

Or just being held. Spoiled dog.

J played some horseshoes.

Ladder ball (first we had to assemble it)

Went for a drive along cliffs that were slightly terrifying.

And ate a lot of food.