We had the best time camping a couple of weekends ago.

I grew up going camping at Volga River. There wasn’t any running water or electricity there, but we used grandma and grandpa’s fifth wheel for sleeping in semi-comfort. We cooked a little over the fire, but mostly on a grill or inside the RVs.

Rafa’s version of camping was a tad different. He had visions of his boy scout treks into the mountains of El Salvador with nothing but the knife in his pocket. He slept under the stars and ate…well, I’m not sure what he ate. Berries? Anyway, it was a very different idea of what “camping” should be.

Rafa found a remote site that required a mile hike with gear. I told him that I needed to have a drive-in site, within 1-2 miles of civilization.  (And we would need to sleep in a tent, at minimum, that included a pack and play for Giana and an air mattress for me.) Rafa did some research and found a park that looked like it might fit the bill – Interstate Park near Dresser, WI.

It was amazing! He reserved us an awesome site that was totally secluded and right next to the beautiful St. Croix River. We loved the hiking trails and the amazing views.

We hung out around the fire and enjoyed our family time. The family that camps together stays together (and has fun while doing it!).