The Three Esses & a Blueberry : To the hills

With everything we had going on the past couple months, we decided to take off for a last minute camping trip with my sister and her fiance to clear our heads and get the hell out of dodge for a few days.

And despite one of the hottest weekends on record for the beginning of October, it was still just what we needed. I literally turned my phone off Friday and chucked it in my truck and didn't turn it on again until Sunday afternoon when we were heading back home.

And it was nice. It was real nice.

The first thing Sully did was run for the grassy fields and find a nice big dirt pile to play in with his cars. He made fast friends with the local chipmunks once again and roasted his marshmallows like a pro.

The nights were painfully cold, but there is just something about waking up in your tent, huddled under mounds of sleeping bags with your sticky, dirty kid wedged against you and the smell of last nights campfire drifting through the air. Making pancakes and bacon over an open flame while the mist still lifts up over the hills and the sun starts to peek out.

There is just something about seeing my kid caked in dirt and smelling like grass and bark and sweat that makes me smile ear to ear. About ditching the makeup and pairing ugly ass sweatpants with boots and getting away with it. About shit talking each other over a open flame and wishing somebody knew how to play the guitar because you're one smore away from singing Kumbaya.

I think we all felt a little calmer after the weekend.

Like I said - it was nice. It was real nice.

Rock climbers. What you don't see is the large wall of rock to the right that somebody actually fell off while we were there trying to rappel down. Rescue workers and firefighters ended up on scene after an hour to get the guy out by boat. There was even a rescue helicopter flying above us. Sully was in awe.

(The majority of the pictures are courtesy of Sully, my mini-me photographer. I ditched the Nikon this weekend opting to pack extremely light, so all I had was my 6 year old point and clicker, which Sully commandeered almost immediately after we arrived. With the exception of a few photos, most of these were taken by him.)