Diesel and I were discussing our next vacation the other day. If we could fit another trip in or not. We came to the sad conclusion that we probably won’t be able to camp anymore this year.
Well, more sad for him than me. If you recall, we had quite a few miserable, disastrous vacations. Sure, we had some not quite so bad trips, too. I just feel like I am over this whole “camping with a toddler who doesn’t want to sleep at night” thing. Mama needs her sleep too much for that.
We used to camp in the autumn all the time, Diesel and I. We had favorite spots picked out and camped in them year after year around the same time frame, knowing when they would most likely be empty. It almost became a ritual for us. He and I also began exploring our favorite summer places in the fall. The transformation from lush greens to vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows was something we felt the need to witness year after year. (Sadly, we are not lucky enough to have such marvelous changes where we live as opposed to those up north.)
Once Choo-choo arrived, camping in the cold was out of the question. Our campers are equipped with heaters, but we still couldn’t take a baby around the hiking trails and such in chilly or even frigid temperatures. Choo-choo is old enough now that we could dress him warmly but not have to worry about him overheating. I think this is why Diesel thought we might try an autumn trip this year.
Thinking of all this has me remembering our vacations of previous years. We most likely won’t return to many of those places for another year or two. Maybe more. At least I have my photographs to remind me of how beautiful it all is. I can share those pictures with Choo-choo until the time comes when he can see those natural wonders in person.
*All above photographs are my own, though I’m sure Diesel took most if not all of them*