Gone camping

So I went for my first camping trip last weekend. We went to Mount Raineer National Park in Washington which is where my mom used to go when she was little (though probably not as little as me). I call this picture you see here "before." This was within hours of our arrival at Cougar Rock Campground. That's my pretend Aunt Kristin. She and her husband Matt have been camping with Mom and Dad for years. Notice how happy and clean we are (well, you can't see me from the waste down, I wasn't exactly clean...they had already started calling me "Muddy Juddy.")

This is how all camping trips start out: With the optimistic, squeaky-clean, I-love-nature smiles and a nice beverage and snack enjoyed once the tents are put up.

And truth be told, we did have a lot of fun. Despite the rain and the fact that dogs (Seeger and Kato, Matt and Kristin's dog) weren't allowed on any of the hiking trails. I learned how to throw a frisbee (kind of) and I played with two really nice big boys Jared and Nick. Jared and Nick's mom, Alison, is from England and she's married to Kristin's brother David. They're the other people Mom and Dad always camp with. Apparently they always get rained on, but they keep signing up for it.

Anyway. I call this picture after:

We are just about to make our escape after a night of rain pounding on the roof of the tent. As you can see we're not looking quite as cheery. 'Course that's Mom, not Aunt Kristin. Can you see what's on my feet under my Crocs? Smart Wools. I wore them all weekend long. Mom insisted. Before we left, Dad suggested just buying me a pair of socks at The Gap. But Mom said cotton socks would kill me. We had to go to REI for the Smart Wools.

Thus, it looks like I will live to see 16 months.