First Camping for the youngest

My Trees

For quite a while now, when we travel past these trees, I have said, 'There are my trees'.

Classic photo

From the Dubuque River Museum.

I could NOT get my youngest to listen.
In his defense, it was 2p and he hadn't had a nap yet.

This is my 'fire-fighter'

 

The little man spent quite a bit of time on this 'fire-fighter'. 

I did try to tell him that that was his 'fire-fruck' and he was the fire fighter but he wasn't going to listen to me.

'A' Words

I am feeling a bunch of 'A' words are appropriate for my feelings today.

Anxious and Anticipating are the two biggies.

I am planning a trip that is going to require physical toughness and I am just not sure where I am from 3 years ago.

Can I carry a 50 pound pack on my back? Am I going to be able to walk a few miles with that 50 pounds?

I think I am tougher because I carry my 30+ pound 2 year old around daily so that should have been good training. But I don't like the not knowing for sure. I don't want to be the weakest link! Getting older just plain sucks in that category.

I am excited to be on the water with my paddle, water bottle, and friends. I am anticipating that all my fears will melt away after I ask my hubby to help me heft the pack on and I take off down the portage for the first time in a while.