This year, we spent Easter weekend camping in the San Rafael Swell with the Hanson family and some other friends. It felt so great to get away from the city and all the remodeling craziness going on at our house and just breathe in some fresh air, spend quality time with Butchface, and soak up some dessert sunshine. I love a good campout.
And the whole being 7 months pregnant thing (31 weeks is about 7 months, right? Pregnancy math is a mystery to me) actually ended up working in my favor on this trip, since sleeping in our little tent was still as comfortable as ever and I felt great, but everyone on the trip treated me like a queen incapable of helping with camping-related chores. Plus Mike even let me sit in the “nice” camp chair— you know, the one that I have been banned from for years after I said I was fine with the ghetto five-dollar chair I had and why in the world would you spend 30 bucks on a nicer one? I now see the light, Butch.
First campfire of the season. Not pictured: first s'mores and roasted starburst of the season. My favorite.