We recently spent the weekend at our favorite family camping spot with 4 other families. We went on a ladies’ walk and it started to pour and hail, and then pour and hail some more. We nestled under a tarp with a bottle of red wine (or two) and played scrabble until the rain cleared enough for the kids and fathers to emerge from their tents. One of my best memories of the summer. Here we are in light that can only be found in the mountains after a storm has passed and the sun begins to set and you’ve just played scrabble under a tarp with some great ladies.
