My three weeks of camping are over and I'm having a hard time re-assimilating myself to normal hygiene practices. But what an amazing three weeks they were!
My first camping trip was to help as staff at our church's Young Women's Camp for girls 12-18. It was my 6th year in a row attending as a leader, 8th total as a leader (I didn't go the years I was a newlywed and when I had brand new babies), and if you count when I was a girl 14th year overall. Needless to say I love camp! I have absolutely zero photos from camp, but it was, as usual, a grand adventure.
The next week I got to spend tromping through the wilderness in pioneer clothes as staff helping recreate on a small scale the mormon pioneer trek to Utah.
I was staff, so while the youth were doing this:
(No, this was not a male dominated trek, but these awesome boys went down the hill over and over again to pull up the carts.)
I was doing official looking, but far less strenuous things like this:
Let's be honest, it was hard to sit back and watch the kids do all the hard work and not get involved. But the other people on the staff were amazing and I had a ball!
All these other gals got the tomahawk to stick fairly quickly. It's embarrassing to say how long it took me to get one to stick, but once I got it I repeated it multiple times. This is my look of intense concentration, and probably barely suppressed rage. I also look like this when racing, but the only sharp instrument I carry during a race is my wit.
My next camping trip was our annual Nelson Cousin's Camp.
For my kids cousin's camp is one of the highlights of summer!
Of course, we don't let a little thing like sleeping in a tent keep us from watching Le Tour de France! (By we I really mean Vaughn because I was in the true wilderness for most of the tour and had no idea what was going on.)
And this one has nothing to do with the post, I'm just adding it for educational purposes.
Vaughn was a rock star Dad and re-roofed our house AND watched the kids while I was at camp. Then numerous family members helped out with our kids so he could go back to work while I kept playing at trek. I'm so glad that I got to finish off my month of camping surrounded by my family. After two weeks away I was glad to be back with them!
Now that my month of camping is over it's time to start training again instead of just running for fun. After 5 months of only fun runs it's gong to be painful (both mentally and physically) to add tempo and speed back into the mix, but it's past time. I'm antsy to get some fitness back! Any advice or motivation to get me moving again would be great!