So Called "Camping"

We finally took the boys camping. I'm not sure why it's taken us so long, except that Pop and I both really prefer a good deep sleep every night. But now that I'm 6 months along and don't sleep that well anyway, it seemed like a good time. In light of the burn ban, we decided on an Oregon State Park campground so we could at least expose the boys to open flames, since we knew they would really enjoy that. So here's a review of our wild weekend:
We drove to Multnomah Falls , the 2nd highest year round waterfall in the nation, just a few miles from our campground. Not hike, drove, so we could spend the afternoon with hundreds of other people at one of Oregon's most popular tourist destinations.
Grant worked on his elaborate rock chucking form, using a trailer in his left hand as a counter balance. (Since the Opening Ceremonies in Beijing are just two short days away, we can't help but see Olympic potential, here.)
Now, it's been a very long time since either of us has been to a state "camp"ground, and we were reminded of a few things. 1) Mostly people with huge RV's or people way too poor to get a hotel stay at these things. So, everyone's just crammed in arm's length away from each other, and just happy to get a spot, since they fill up so fast.








2)There's more asphault than dirt.
3)As long as there's plenty of water, the boys don't care where in the world we are.
4) Even in an overrun campground, the northwest is still packed with unsurpassed beauty.







5)Even after four days of being home, the boys are still telling everyone we see about "camping" and sleeping in a tent.