I decided to make my husband VERY happy and go on a family campout for the weekend. Ok. I don’t do “camping”. It was too hot for flannel sheets, and a down comforter, so I had to improvise. After filling up the queen size air mattress, and placing a mattress cover over the top, I smoothed on my 450 thread count Egyptian Cotton Sheets, fluffed up my down-filled pillow, and plugged in the fan to our electrical outlets that were connected to the handicapped site that we picked out to camp on… Ok. Maybe camping isn’t so bad. (Especially if you remember to bring the extra strength fumigator, and set it off all around your campsite!)
However, there was no moving the bath house any closer to our site. Yep. I had to jump on my bike and pedal (fast, because of all the bears and mountain lions, and other critters chasing you in the pitch black darkness…) all the way to the bathroom, with toilet paper in tow.
After Ken and I fell asleep in the tent watching Bourne Identity on his Laptop (hey, we were still sleeping on the ground), we awoke to the sun coming up.
Here is a picture of our campsite, just for proof that yes, in fact Kelly Johnson DID indeed go camping!

We did do quite a bit of Hiking, Biking, and Swimming on our camping weekend

Ken and Alec Swimming to the Falls
Still Swimming….
Ken and Alec found a hidden “swimming” hole! Boys being boys!


“Addie Grace, are you out there?”