Epic Labor Day Weekend, Part 3

On Sunday afternoon we loaded up our car with a bunch of camping gear, food, and other necessities, and headed to Spanish Fork for a very short camping trip.  We camped at the Spanish Oaks Campground, which was a pretty good place.  It had some hiking trails, which we didn't explore; a reservoir, which we visited but didn't enter because it was Sunday AND we didn't bring any swim stuff; and a playground that the kids really enjoyed.  Note to self: it also had a really lovely group site.  So next time 20 of our closest friends all want to go camping at the same time, we'll know where to go in Spanish Fork Canyon.

Everyone helped get the tent set up, which was fun.  After 10 or so years of ownership (if not frequent use) the tent is getting worn out, but we think we can make it work once or twice more.

The kids loved playing in the dirt.  Particularly Luke.  Our neighboring (unoccupied) campsite must have had particularly good dirt, because Luke was down there as much as he could be, despite our reminders and pleas and Luke-relocations.

It was cold at night, but the kids slept really well, once Luke let everyone go to sleep.  For a while he was running around in the tent, playing and making noise.  It took him a while to calm down, but eventually he fell asleep too.

We ate quite well on this camping trip - delicious tin foil dinners Sunday evening, s'mores for dessert (apparently Ben is the only one in the family who knows how to toast a marshmallow perfectly), and bacon, eggs, and grits for breakfast.  Just because you're camping doesn't mean you have to eat trail mix and MREs the whole time, right?

The last thing to make note of is the receptacle Eliza selected when she packed her clothes.  I saved that picture for last.