That Time We Went Camping...

Good Monday morning! I am seriously dragging this morning and the coffee is not helping. Last Friday, I left off by saying that we had noooo plans for the weekend. Well, somehow we got convinced to go camping on a beach in 30 degree weather. Now, that might sound miserable to you, because it surely did to me, but it was actually fun and we weren't even that cold! 

We left Saturday around 2pm so that we could have enough time to get set up before the sun went down. It was just a quick 10 minute trip from Folly Beach to the backside of Kiawah, by boat. Three couples and two dogs in tow. It was Cameron and my first time camping together and I can successfully say that we put up our tent without wanting to kill each other!

The wood that we hauled over to keep us warm. We still went on hunts for more wood throughout the day and evening.

This guy was in Heaven.

Cameron looks like it's just another day in Charleston and I look like I should be in Antarctica. Don't care though, I was WARM.

 

 The sunset was gorgeous, as usual.

That night, we grilled some hot dogs and brats on a portable grill that Andy brought, and later roasted marhmallows over the fire and made s'mores.

When the moon was first coming up over the water, it was SO huge and orange, we literally did not know what it was at first. (Could have had something to do with the adult  beverages.) I couldn't really get a good picture of it, so this one will have to do.

 

We went to bed around 1am when the firewood supply started to dwindle and I can honestly say that I was not cold at all. Waking up in the morning to the sound of crashing waves was so peaceful, too. When we got home around 11am, we got out of our stinky campfire smelling clothes, took nice hot showers, and laid on the couch alllll day.

I'm so glad we went and will not be as nervous next time someone asks us to go camping!