Camping at False Cape with Dad

Troy,

 Your dad and you went on quite the adventure this past weekend. I like to think that it was the first of many adventures that help lay the groundwork for you from boyhood to manhood. You are only five right now but your father and I want you (and your sister) to take risks, push your limits and feel what it is like to accomplish something that you think you may not have been able to. Character and self-confidence building and making epic memories is something we value and hope that it will instill in you an "I can do anything" mentality.

Here is the story of that trip from the tidbits that I got from you and dad:

The camping trip was in the works for quite awhile, dad waited for the first hint of Spring to take you. The weekend that he reserved the campsite for was starting to look like a wash when looking at the weather report. Rain, heavy winds, possible thunderstorms were being forcasted...duh, duh, duh. But dad had faith that the weather might turn around and didn't cancel the trip. 

You both arrived to Sandbridge in the afternoon with backpacks filled to the brim. The truck had to be parked in Little Island Park and you both would ride your bikes through Back Bay Wildlife Refuge to False Cape State Park (roughly a 5 mile bike ride). 

Weather held out that day other than it being super windy. It knocked you right off your bike a few times but you would get right back on again and keep going. There were also snakes seen on the path, 2 water moccasins. It took about an hour and a half to get to False Cape State Park.

Campsite #4

After setting up camp the two of you tried to catch some fish in the surf but none were biting.

Selfie

You guys enjoyed the rest of your evening by having dinner and learning how to play the card game, War. A favorite of mom's when she was little. And thanks for teaching it to your sister when you got home. In the morning, things took a turn for the worst. Rain, rain and more rain. You ate some breakfast and got the campsite taken down, then set out for the beach to start making your way back to the truck. 

I think some tears may have been shed half way back due to you being over the rain and wet to the bone. But you made it back to the ranger station at Back Bay. While you tried to stay dry with the park rangers, your dad ran the rest of the 2 miles back to the truck. Side Note: He had to run because his bike pedal fell off shortly before reaching the ranger station:/ Dad was worried that when he got to you that you would be upset from being cold and wet and because he left you there but the first thing you said when getting in the truck was "That was the best adventure ever!" 

Your dad and I are so proud of you. When you got home that day you were shivering but beaming with pride yourself. After you took a nice warm shower, Genevieve and I loved hearing all about it. 

And Genevieve,

I am sorry that you had to sit this one out but you were still too little with training wheels on your bike. Although, with your determined spirit you probably would have made it, too. But if you were wondering, you and I had a lot of girly fun while daddy and Troy were away for the night. We had a tea party complete with fancy dresses, we snuggled and took an afternoon nap together, we went out to dinner and did some Target shopping (where you picked up a new summer bikini) and then we watched a Tinkerbell movie and cuddled all night in mommy and daddy's bed. I loved the one on one time that we were able to share with the boys away.