happy campers.

Over the weekend Blake and I packed our bags and headed for the dunes. Blake has been dying to get his bike out so when the guys he works with started talking about a weekend camping trip we were all for it. The trip was almost ruined when my lovely endometriosis got the best of me the night before we were supposed to leave. Friday morning I was set on staying home but, Blake said he wouldn’t go without me. Knowing how excited he was I couldn’t not go and disappoint him so, with a lot of ibuprofen and diet coke we hit the road.

Blake had the time of his life. He made my anxiety go through the roof but, he’s alive and well. After a 4 hour wild ride with the guys Saturday morning he came back and took me on a ride to Sand Mountain. On the way he found a little jump that he messed around on for awhile so I took some sweet pictures. I was too scared to venture through the dunes to find a bigger jump so he’s stuck with little jump pictures. Once we got to Sand Mountain he flew up it a few times like it was nothing and I waited at the bottom, patiently freaking out inside.

When we got back to camp we fixed hobo dinners and hung out by the fire. I made dutch oven peach cobbler and our neighbor Steve danced to Chris Ledoux. We had such a good time hanging out and laughing with everyone but, it got really cold and windy fast so we decided to call it an early night.

Our poor little tent was a trooper. We set it up over pile of red ants the first night and the next night it almost blew away. The wind was the worst part. It was awful, we were blasted by sand all night long. Not to mention it was probably one of the coldest nights of my life. We slept like babies.
Now we are home and so thankful for our clean home and giant bed! Blake can hardly walk and we’re still finding sand in our ears but we can’t wait to go back!