We just returned from a long trip in Northern California. It included us camping for a few days and then heading on to Lake Tahoe/Truckee for a reunion with my family.
The trip started out here:
Camping for three days is the perfect amount of time to feel...
a. sufficiently dirty.
b. abundantly aware of how precious a refrigerator, sink and running water is.
c. grateful I do not share a bed with Ethan.
d. at one with nature.
e. ready to go home.
We had a great time hiking, cooking, star gazing, roasting marshmellows, taking pictures, and just hanging out. Upon our return it became clear to me that Eric's childhood played a significant role in the activities he now chooses for his own family to participate in. It really is crazy to me the similarities of these photosone of which were staged.
Backpack w/ child now:
Backpack w/ child then:
Camp site/tents now:
Cooking JiffyPop now:
Cooking JiffyPop then:
I am so glad I was brought up camping as a child as well. I am sure if I dug through my parents house I could find some similar pictures of myself camping as a kid. But because Eric has a younger brother (similar to Ethan and Cohen) it makes the similarities all the more.