Can I Have S'More?

A little (personal) history lesson is required before this post is read. The M & M twins are the hooligans I grew up with. Though I had blond blond blond hair as a kid, we tried to convince strangers we were triplets. Obviously M & M were twins, but I'm sure my blond hair was a dead giveaway, but that didn't stop us from our façade. Triplets or not, our collective childhood was spent in the outdoors, whether that be out in the neighborhood on bike rides or weekend camping trips with our families. Though we were happy to explore the neighborhood creek and golf course, camping was much more adventurous (plus, there was fire).

This week was a slice of nostalgic childhood, as sister L and I joined the twins' family for their family reunion campout. Their family is basically my family, so it was peachy to see my pseudo aunts and uncles again. It had been a while.

Though we had packed a tent, it's more fun when you sleep outside under an inky blanket of stars. Softball, volleyball, s'mores, and full on swims in freezing snow-run off were some highlights of the long weekend, which made the trip perfect. Somehow, food always taste better when you are camping, and when you are sitting at home you wouldn't even consider dipping your toes into water that cold, but that inhibition somehow that dissolves when you are out.

Don't be deceived: this water is very pretty, but is freezing cold. That didn't stop anyone from finding a spot deep enough to prove that you too could submerge yourself in icy run-off.


It's nice to unplug and be away from it all, with nothing to distract you from being with people you grew up with....except maybe having another s'more or two.