Camping with littles is hard. Two under two, some would call me crazy but I feel accomplished and exhausted when we pull back up our driveway.

Hearing their laughs by a campfire, watching them throw rocks into the lake as the sunsets. Grandma walking them through the wildflowers. Phones and Televisions an impossibility where there is no cell service.

With my husband gone, my mom and I successfully maneuvered the camper trailer to Upper Whitefish Lake, setup the roof top tent and survived the rain.

Only minor injuries were sustained; Lachlan singed his hair by the campfire and Gallagher got an impressive bump on his head from the usual toddler shenanigans.

It is both the injuries and the joy that make moments like this memorable.

Now I need a nap.

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