There isn’t much that is more beautiful than camping in the fall.
I bet you can smell this picture. The fire and the fresh air. You can feel the crispy breeze, and hear the rustling. The armrests on the chair are cold, but the coffee is hot. This spot leaves nothing to be desired.
This weekend was spent visiting with loved ones…
crocheting…
and burning as much wood out of our garage as possible.
The campground isn’t out of wood, we just wanted to get rid of some scraps that were sitting unused for long enough.
We are almost done with this beautiful season of laking. The docks are in.
There are two weekends left, and we will only be there for one of them. We are missing the next week, but will be present and excited for the last one! I LOVE lake season, but I also love home season. And things have been going at an absolutely wild pace, so I imagine the lack of back and forth will have to slow things down, at least in some aspects. But while we have it, we will enjoy it.
There just is really almost nothing better than fall camping 🍂