Tent: check. Sleeping bag: check!

Between curling up in my new sleeping bag (it’s one of those mummy-style ones, so I felt positively swaddled) and sitting in the tent that was set up in our living room, I’m beginning to feel a lot like an 8-year-old on his first camping expedition.  Childish glee is being spread all over the house.  Sydney’s just hoping it holds up all through the 15 miles of paddling he wants to do each day we’re in the Adirondacks.

Erin

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