When the kids were wee-uns, we would camp for a week at a time in the Smokies every single summer. We'd head up on Sunday night and leave Friday morning to avoid the bulk of the ninnies and to give Matt the weekends to actually rest up.
We went for the first time in 2001, when Ben was 16 months old.
We have gone back every single year since then, often more than once a year.
We have gone back every single year since then, often more than once a year.
Ben was the cutest baby, ever.
He is closer to 10 months old in this one, but who would want to pass up seeing the hair?
Here he is! First trip, newly shorn head. *sigh*
He was so little! Still a boob babe.
I loved those shoes I am wearing in this pic. LOL
Look at all my hair!
Later trips:
Chandler spent the first 5-6 years of her life slightly horrified.
OMG, look how adorable my kids were!
CHEEEEEEKS!
Look at teeny Benny. Why did I stop at 3?
CHEEEEEEKS!
Look at teeny Benny. Why did I stop at 3?
One of the smaller trees at Joyce Kilmer Forest
How we could camp for 6 days in a sedan.
PALS!
*insert manna of the gods music here*
Still in my 20's!
Jessie's first camping trip.
Over the years, we have stayed at a dozen different campgrounds, several hotels and even a couple of cabins.
We have hiked the same trails in all kinds of weather, mugged at the camera at the same spot in Cade's Cove every single visit and waded and swam in mind-numbingly cold water.
We love the mountains, each year we plan to do something else and each year, we fail fail fail. So, next weekend, we load up Poppy and head for the hills, again. I am looking forward to it!
