No new dresses here.

A little camping trip was planned for Easter Weekend. Prescott was the destination, due to it’s temperate forecast and pine tree laden landscape. An early exit from work let us start the campfire on Friday evening.

Long exposures and moving kids make for ghosty photos. The sky colors were just right (30 minutes after sunset) and the fire added a nice glow. So, with everyone settled around the fire, conversation happening and kids playing in the fire, the weekend begins.

Dawn comes early the next morning, beginning with sunrise and coffee. I get up and start a fire, enticing the sleeping familial members to emerge from the camper. I have my beans, grinder and press ready and amply supply boiling water to the mix. A rewarding aroma emerges. M is the first to present herself, and promptly adds fuel to the fire.

Saturday is a day for action, be that sitting in a lawn chair or riding or cooking. Since I get to choose my words, each of those actions took place. We did a little bike riding along the 305 trail, a little sitting in the chair, discussing life, and some cooking. The cooking, however, is the culinary spectacularness of the camping trip. Our local Trader Joe’s had a cheese I haven’t seen before, Frying Cheese. Basically, a super low moisture mozzarella, one that when heated doesn’t run all over the place. So, take some jalapenos, de-vein and de-seed, tuck a slice of cheese in there and wrap with a slice of bacon. Grill over the coals until soft and pow! Those babies are super duper.

Now, when camping and cooking, it just seems like a dutch oven is necessary. And a Double Dutch is pretty fantastic. Someday I aspire to a Triple Dutch: Anthony Sloan post

One with dessert, a berry upside down cake the other with a bbq chicken delight. All enjoy and even M gets to celebrate her birthday. Much guffawing ensues.

Sunday dawns, Easter, a day to celebrate the resurrection. We do, with an Easter egg hunt, how’s that for mixing up traditions? Kinda like serving ham during a celebration of a Jewish boy’s birthday?

Oh well, so much for the political correctness of the situation. Although I do think it is cheating using the dog to hunt for eggs

And, as Sunday ends, so does the camping, for work calls on Monday.