Camping Trip Numero Dos is in the books, and though we stayed pretty close to home this time, venturing only as far as Bainbridge Island, it was a super-special weekend.  We haven’t done the big-gang camping thing in years and so when five of our favorite families agreed to sleep under the stars with us for a couple of days, we were stoked.  Let the mayhem begin!
We boarded the Bainbridge Ferry on Friday afternoon, cars loaded down with bikes and kayaks and paddleboards and marshmallows. Â Peace out, Seattle!
Helloooooooo, Rainier!
No trip to Bainbridge is complete without a stop at Mora’s for ice cream.
I wiped the last drip of strawberry ice cream from Juliette’s chin and then we hopped in the Forester to set out for camp. Â The gentlemen took an alternate mode of transportation.
We rolled up to our three sites at Fay Bainbridge State Park and were thrilled to find that we had in fact reserved a big stretch of lovely lawn, perfect for running and rolling and lounging.
And caterpillar-hunting!
The kids did their own version of summer sledding by hauling each other around on picnic blankets.
And Shane did some bike wheel triage while chatting with Jack over home-brewed Caipirinhas.
Once we’d set up camp and gulped down our first round of cocktails, we walked down to the beach to play in the sand and soak in the sun.
We bought a kite a few weeks ago and have been looking for the perfect place for its maiden voyage. Â Found it!
This little driftwood fort was pretty magical, especially with Rainier shining in the distance.  Jules and Stella set up a “restaurant” in there – hot coffee was served in clam shells, with a sprinkle of sand on top.
Captain of the ship!
The grown-ups took to the water on paddle boards and kayaks.
And this little lady ran naked through the sea grass. Â Ah, to be young again!
We grilled burgers for dinner and followed up with the requisite s’mores.
Jules and N spent some time mind-melding before bed – they’d squeeze their eyes shut tight, link their hands, and then Jack would ask Juliette what number she was thinking of. Â She’d shout increasingly complex digits, like “twenty one hundred seven!”. Â Jack would then turn to Nico and ask, “Nico, what number was Juliette thinking of?” Â When he repeated, “twenty one hundred seven!”, the two of them would jump up and down, hardly able to believe the mind-reading magic of it all.
Seriously, to be young again!
BTW, this kid is a maniac on the RipStik.
All was (relatively) quiet by about 10 pm and all slept well (ok, not really). Â There were a few tired kiddos and parents around the breakfast table on Saturday morning, but once coffee was brewed and the sun fully shone, everyone seemed to find their mojo. Â The gentlemen headed out for a bike ride…
While the women and children headed down to the beach.
YOU GUYS.
The tide was super-low that morning and we combed the kelp for crabs, clams, and other sea treasures.
As soon as Shane returned from his ride, I headed out with Nicole and La Verne for an afternoon paddle. Â The water was choppy, so Nicole and I “kayaked” on our paddle boards, returning to shore with soaking wet butts but newly browned shoulders.
Blue Crush, mid-thirties mama-style!
Juliette had played so hard that morning that I expected to return to camp to find her passed out in the tent, but…not so much.
Emily and La Verne ran to the store for a couple of things and returned with popsicles and margarita fixin’s. Â Effusive gratitude was felt all around.
Jules and Stella shared a Moana moment…
While Eden and Shane played the sweetest-ever game of peek-a-boo.
I’m storing this moment with this crew in the memory bank, as we drifted in and out of the circle, story-telling and group-parenting and laughing like family.
Bop it, Bups.
These two pulled out all the stops when stalling at bedtime – it was almost as if Nico whispered in Juliette’s ear, “Hug me! Â They’ll take our picture and forget about tooth-brushing!”
Finally, though, everyone was tucked in and camp was quiet (ok, not really).  Juliette woke up at 2 am desperate to poop and while I very reluctantly agreed to take her to the bathroom, all was made right when we crossed the clearing on the way to the Honey Bucket and she looked up at the sky to gasp, “Mommy, the stars!  They’re so beautiful!”  We turned off our head lamps and crouched there in the middle of the grass for a moment, feelin’ that camping buzz something fierce.
One of the three of us woke up the next morning with bright eyes and a smile on her face. Â Guess which one.
We enjoyed a leisurely morning at camp, letting the kids harvest unripe berries while the adults pounded the coffee that Jack had graciously picked up at Starbucks.
We got in one last beach-fix, kayaking and shell-hunting and kite-flying…
And then it was time to catch our 1:10 ferry back to the real world. Â Thankfully, the real world offers showers and indoor bathrooms. Â Otherwise, I might never have wanted to leave our little island oasis…