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Camping with Bebes, Part 2

And then, poof, suddenly it was hot here for a week in August, which was perfect timing for us to pack up our kids and do the 8 hour drive to the Sault in two days.

And let's not forget the snacks.

The beloved, often photographed, often posted Rossport rest stop has raspberries and blueberries a'plenty; it's good to have a picnic there.

And a little run around time for this guy who has done his requisite two hour stretch in his car seat. And we wonder why our car is forever full of sand...

Next stop, White River. Which was stinkin' hot, and weirdly charming. We found the used book sale at the library quite useful in getting us through our last hellish hour of driving.

Which got us to Michipicoten Harbour! Camping on the beach at Rock Island Lodge is lovely. And no, this is not the beach. That would be lumpy sleeping, for sure.

Ahhhh...

Felix the wonderbaby. He's a good little traveler, and a good little camper.

And on this trip, his love of the tent was particularly useful, as the bugs were in a hungry mood, and our babies have sweet blood.

And Sebastien - demonstrating the best way to sleep in (or rather, near) his new sleeping bag...When asked in the morning how his sleep was, he said "cold!" No kidding.

Intermission

Between periods of time where we forced our small children to sit in their car seats for too long (this is a total lie - I doubt we ever drive two hours at a stretch, and spend the whole time turned around entertaining, feeding, placating. But I digress) we had some summer-ish time.

Not so much summer-ish weather, but there was one day that made it seem like a good idea to hose out the (now devoid of sand) sandbox and fill it with water.

The hose got plenty of action this summer, though.

Wonder what Scotty said that made him run away?...or maybe Sebastien just realized that Scotty can run a lot faster.

And then there's this little one...just itchin' to run with the big ones, I suspect. And Ruthie, just itchin' to have her own little one on the outside of her skin.

It was summer enough to find lots and lots of raspberries. We had quite a few feasts like this (yes, often in our pajamas).

And we made some muffins, too. That Papa was kind enough to taunt poor toothless Felix with.

And Sebastien moved on in his career aspirations to "miner." He's quite fond of the dark, scary basement now.

And Felix? He's still cute.

Camping with Bebes, Part 1

Getting there is half the fun. Especially when the beloved Rossport rest stop is on the way.

Little boy. Big lake.

And then...ahhh...Neys. Though on reflection, a one-night camping trip with two kids under 3, on a cold cold cold day is maybe not the most relaxing outing.

The kids liked it, though.

And the sun did come out for 20 minutes of good beach time.

And this little imp had to wear all his clothes the whole time he was there. For some reason, this Mama only packed warm clothes for the bigger boy.

Sebbie dashing through the woods with his bebe. Mama following at a much more sedate pace with her bebe.

And then on the way home - a new discovery!

The Terrace Bay beach! Lovely!

But cold!