I wouldn’t really call myself or my husband “campers”, but with two boys, I thought we’d better start getting used to it as I think camping is so great for kids.
Our first trip of the season was to one of the infamous Jellystone Park Resorts starring Yogi Bear himself. It is actually the same park that I went to as a kid so it was kind of a blast from the past. All in all, the experience was positive and the kids had a great time. Plus, it’s always nice to have a break in the routine and just do something different. Here are a few of the highlights from the weekend.
Swimming! We got the kids these nifty puddle jumper flotation devices that I just LOVE. For the first time, Garrett felt comfortable being in the water by himself and that itself made it worth the price. They also loved jumping into daddy’s arms.
And here’s Yogi Bear, the star of the show….
The campground had a great little play area for kids with a playset, sandbox and jumping pillow. The jumping pillow is kind of like a giant trampoline and the kids loved it. Oh and at dusk they had what else? Vintage Hannah Barbara Yogi cartoons. FUN!
Then there’s the campfire…the kids were infatuated with making, poking and tending to the fire. I guess that’s to be expected, but it made for one stressed out mommy. It was also a wet day so the fire was not “roaring” to say the least, but it did the job for smores.
Every weekend has it’s own theme, and this weekend happened to be the Easter weekend, so the kids had an Easter egg hunt and made a few different types of bunny crafts. We also did an egg toss (which Garrett and I almost won coincidentally-our egg would NOT break!) and he had a chance to hit an egg pinata. We also took a wagon ride with Yogi. They loved the activities. I’m not going to post those pics just because I have so many but it was just fun, especially since the weather wasn’t cooperating.
Here we are eating breakfast in front of our cabin.
And my favorite picture of all…don’t you wonder what the kids are doing? Well, we found out shortly after we arrived that we were about 50 feet away from a train track. And oh…there were about 25 trains per day AND night that whistled each and every time it passed the campground. WHHAAAT? I am still in shock about this because isn’t the point of camping to relax? And still, there were people with seasonal sights even closer to the tracks than us. I guess there are some things in life I am not meant to understand, and this is one of them. We now see trains in a whole new light.
All in all, a nice weekend. Even if we don’t end up being lifelong campers, at least we can pull out the pictures someday and say that we gave it our best shot. I can always blame it on the trains…or the bird that pooped on me.