We didn’t get very far this summer. No exotic lands, not even any national parks. But we had a fun time camping in the backyard with the dogs sometime in July.

Eric set up while I dragged the sleeping backs, pillows, books, and snacks outside. Or maybe he did everything, and I just arranged it nicely inside the tent, I can’t remember.

No rain and no fruit fell on us all all night, but who knew the tree roots would make for the worst sleep ever.