In August, we geared up for our second ever family ward campout. If you don't remember, our first attempt at the ward campout was an unmitigated disaster which made it on to my top-10-worst-night's-sleep list.
This time, we pulled out the big guns- we borrowed our neighbor's 8-man tent and brought the port-a-crib. I think it paid off. My kids slept all night. The ward children? Not so much.
Have I told you about how our ward has over 100 kids in it? At any given second, at least one of those kids was crying. All. Night. Long.
I would hear someone crying, wake up thinking it was Ethan, remember that he was sleeping 2 inches from my head and that he would be much louder if indeed he was crying, and then try to fall back asleep.
Repeat 500 times.
Also my kids woke up at 5, hence the only pictures I have are of the sunrise. We were the only ones awake and out of our tent.
It does give me hope that if we went with just our family, or maybe one other family, we could manage a pretty decent night. Maybe.
Mt. Lemmon is usually about 10-15 degrees cooler than Tucson proper, which is really nice on normal mid-year days when it's 100 degrees in the city. However, we went when there was a heat wave and it was 112 in the city, thus 100 on the mountain. We had planned to hang around and do some hiking, but hiking with our kids is bad enough, there was no way we were going to attempt it with the triple digit heat.
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