What the Woodys do for Father's Day

That big gray blob thing is the dogs crate. We had to block his view so he wouldn't bark at everything that moved in the night.

The hubs has been begging me to go camping with him. In the 4.5 years we've been together (dating 2, married 2.5) I can't begin to count the number of times he's asked. Always, I've said no. I know, a real Debby Downer. For the life of me I really don't know why I said no. I'm pretty sure that while we were dating it was the logistics of the whole thing, but now that we've been married, I've guess I've just been a party pooper.

Well this year I decided to surprise him with a camping trip for Father's Day weekend. I use the term "surprise" lightly. I couldn't really just up and say, "hey we're going camping today." I kinda needed him to help get things ready and seeing as he's the camper of the family he knew what we needed while I just went along with it. 

So reservations were made. Bags were packed. Liberty was stowed at the parent's house. Hank was loaded in his kennel. And off we went. Note that "off we went" was at 8:00pm Friday. We had roughly an hour and a half drive to get to the camping site and the park closed at around 9:30. I was panicked. The hubs was trying his best to get there as fast as we could, without over doing it of course. We really wanted to beat the sunset. Ha. Even though complete sunset around here is 9ish we knew were pushing it.

Good news is, we made it. And we weren't even the last ones checking in the for the night! Talk about pushing it to the last minute though. Things were getting close. But we found our site, got everything unloaded and went straight to sleep. Or tried to sleep. You see, we had the bright idea of bringing our dog Hank with us (Liberty had to stay at my parent's house because she's too old to make the trip). Well. He decided to bark at us. For hours. Okay. Really it wasn't that long. It just felt like it. So we had to finagle something where we put his kennel under the tarp right next to the tent so he could "see" us as we were sleeping. Spoiled dog with separation anxiety...

We soon learned the ball was not our friend and conveniently "lost" this item. 

Nothing beats percolated coffee heated up on a camp grill.  

Very attractive hubs, very attractive.

It wouldn't have been a trip without my traditional "feet" picture. 

First time for Hank in the water! He loved it!

Watching his daddy fish. In true Woody fashion, we caught all of nothing. Not a bite all weekend long. It could be because that yellow thing kept jumping in the water.

The hubs trying to convince Hank to actually swim in the water instead of just paddle around in the waves. He wasn't having any of it.

It was the perfect weekend with the perfect weather. We couldn't have asked for anything more!

All in all the trip was a success and it's a new tradition. Camping for father's day! I think the hubs is pleased with the idea. I know I am! Especially if we can find a pop-up trailer for next year. ;)