Camping Adventures–Flagstaff Lake

I took the fam off camping on Friday. We didn’t actually stay very long. A friend had set a tent up for us in advance, and we rolled in around 6pm, then left Saturday around 10am. We had company coming for the weekend and had to be back to finish cleaning the house. So since I didn’t tend the fire at all, set up the tent at all, cook anything at all . . . I’m not sure I can really count it as an official camping trip.

But we did have a good time. It looked like this, pretty much:

Very peaceful. We haven’t actually been camping since we moved to Maine, much to my chagrin. With DC being a baby, we chose to wait until she was older before we started branching out. The kids had a blast. There was a lake to swim in, marshmallows to eat, Jiffy Pop, hotdogs–all the camping requirements. The bugs were out in force–despite my best efforts to drown them in DEET–and DC is still scratching, but I think she’d gladly go again.

Flagstaff Lake actually has a very interesting history. It was enlarged back in 1950, and they had to flood a town (Flagstaff) to do so. Quite controversial at the time.

We also went canoeing on the lake, and I’m happy to say no one got wet. 🙂 It was a bit windy, and it was my first time canoeing on a lake, and we were doing it all on our own, so I suppose that’s something to be proud of.

Not sure if we’ll be able to get out again this summer, but autumn’s a possibility. We just have to slow things down and have less to do . . .

And to commemorate the occasion, here’s one of my favorite clips from The Great Outdoors. It’s just missing the part at the end where Candy comes home to find what the raccoons did to his house.