You may be wondering how a slightly compulsive mom like myself could deal with not only camping (dirt) but beach camping (sand) and I must say, it challenged every part of me. It was, however, totally worth it to see Stella run around and explore, smile and laugh. Her greatest thrill was sitting in the dirt and running her hands back and forth to create a dust cloud. How she is my child is still a wonderment sometimes. I got through it by bringing Stella plenty of clothes and shoes (5 pairs) so that when the dirt got too much for me, I just changed her. Stella was nicknamed Imelda Marcos by surrounding campsites. You gotta take a little bit of the haute mom camping, don't you?
The sun came out for the weekend so we were also able to get Stella to the beach. My brave little girl had a blast standing in the surf, letting the waves wash up. She had so much fun that I finally had to pull her out after noticing that her lips were turning blue.
All in all, it was a wonderful trip. We camp in our 1969 Apache Pop-up Trailer that belonged to my grandparents, so this trip marked the beginning of the third-generation of campers. Although I was still scrubbing dirt out of Stella's nails last night and a pile of sand fell out of one of her pairs of shoes this morning, I see a future of many more trips to come.
Wow! What a view to wake up to!
Heading to the beach
Lovin' the surf
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