Camping... in the 1920's

Ok- another jam-packed weekend for the Smith's.

We took Sophia for her first ever campout this weekend. I wasn't sure how she would do, so we went just about an hour away to beautiful Brighton State Park. She was all over it, and loved exploring every inch.

The fire was mesmerizing to her. She kept saying "hot" and trying to blow on it, like she does her food.

On tip- bring the high chair. Made all the difference!

And of course, she loved the camp food. She ate more hot dogs than either Rick or me!

Weenie roastin'

What do you do with a can of worms???

Why fish of course!

Sophia had limited interest in this, mostly because it requires being still and quiet (not a toddlers favorite things)

but Daddy was very happy (the Angler)

Night time came, we roasted marshmallows and made smokes. It was great. 

All except for that Sophia not wanting to go to sleep at her normal bedtime thing, that was not so great. Let's just say we were all a little tired the next day.

Up nice and early in her 'long-johns'

"no Sophia, don't eat the ashes"

So beautiful. This is why I love camping. Seeing the sun come up through the trees, with the smell of early morning campfires going. Nothing like it.

Round 2 at the lake in the morning. Fog was resting on the water.

I love how still the water is in the morning, like a looking glass.

Daddy and Sophia fishing

So we packed up our bags, headed back home, took a shower, and were off within an hour or so to Greenfield Village with our friends to their annual Ragtime Festival. 

It's exactly what it sounds like.

Old timey goodness

Dancing and ragtime-yness

This amazes me. I would so die on those bikes.

We went to the train house and the men all hopped in to turn the train wheel (more excited than the kids)

And we even got to meet Franklin Roosevelt?! 

He looked great for his age.

Another fun weekend - that's Pure Michigan. (You'd think I work for the tourist bureau with some of these posts?!)