After the camping disappointment of June, we surveyed our calendar and found the ONE other weekend all summer we might be able to pull off a camp trip.  THIS time we booked two nights at Branches of Niagara – a foo-foo camping resort with lots of bells and whistles.

John and Stewart both had the day off, so after knocking off a few appointments (and dropping the mini-van off at the garage for maintenance [sigh]) we headed out. 

I do believe we were assigned one of the three nicest tent sites.  (Thank you, God!) We got the tents set up rather effortlessly, however, some decidedly grouchy temperaments were emerging.  We realized it was getting late so we ordered pizzas and change into our swim wear.

There are not really that many photos of the campground.  A lot of this is because we were too busy.  We were busy swimming, busy playing mini-golf, busy playing Scrabble, busy on the playground, busy in the kayaks, busy doing crafts, busy making fun food.  All the best kinds of busy.

I think they played a dozen times. 

We also had some great worship and family prayer.  The weather was gorgeous.  It only started to sprinkle as we were breaking camp.  John actually noted the dark clouds as they were moving toward us, but we couldn’t outpack them.