The Kid is on his early summer break from school for the next few weeks, so Sweet Husband's parents (Manga and Panga to their grandchildren) decided to pull their camper up to a nearby lake so that they could hang out with the Kid during the day.
As a result, we've spent the past few evenings out at the lake, too.
I feel like we're out there hiking reasonably often, but by actually going into the campground we've discovered that there are many miles of shore and trail we have yet to explore.
And concluding a day at the office by taking a walk through the woods and skipping rocks in the lake? And then eating dinner cooked over a fire?
Bliss. Blissy-bliss, even.
I think what this experience is teaching me is that I need a tent. Or a camper. Or maybe just a fabulous lake house. Why dream small, eh?