Then we loaded all our camping gear in the car, even the huge family tent I got for father’s day. And we drove to Port Rowan for the first camping trip so far this year. Devon’s middle name is Rowan, and it was my birthday, so we decided to celebrate everything at once.
The weather was perfect. Our campsite was hidden on a hill and Devon spent all day running in and out of tents without pants. The Backus conservation area where we camped even has a neat pioneer village and grist mill on site we explored with Devon during the day.
Camping with babies is pretty great, even when they are teething: