i LOVED camp. i went for the first time when i was 10. it was a week long and one of the best weeks of my little life. i went to camp every summer and worked at 3 different camps throughout college. it always seemed like a slice of heaven on earth to me.
since it's been ages since i've been to camp and i have a group of friends who are pretty much my ride or dies it was only natural that we take a weekend and go to "camp." i put camp in quotes because it was actually just kicking my parents out of their lake house for a weekend and making our own version of camp. yep, we're 30 year olds who created our own camp because delayed adolescence is a real thing.
we met on friday after work to make the 3 hour trek up to small-town minnesota.
just six fully grown adults and a wonderdog ready for camp!
we packed a LOT into less than 48 hours.
my mom is the cutest- she made this!
breakfast views. LOVE.
official camp tank tops...HTC!
paddleboating...wonder looks calm in the pic but was whining to beat the band.
stand up paddle board races. kenya vs USA.
friendship bracelet making on the back deck.
sometimes you just gotta take a 20 minute power nap at camp.
horseshoe tournament.
look at that form.
just the camp activity director and her dog.
grilling on the pontoon!
fishing. he literally caught nothing.
pontoon hangs.
this was actually terrifying. never been a fan of the underdog push.
cheers to a killer weekend!
and we didn't even get pictures of the bonfire, blokus games while catching some of the olympics, the run into town to get the forgotten milk, the pizza picnic lunch, our Sunday morning sermon from our "camp pastor" or the claw game my parents have in their basement that the boys were obsessed with.
camp is good for the soul.
xo
