Here is our campsite.
The girls enjoyed playing with the neighbor kids and using their toys like this wagon, especially when the other kids weren't around.
The girls also liked swimming for the most part. Elizabeth was responsible for shutting down the kiddie pool with a little poop, fun times!
We did see Mammoth Caves and went on the historic tour--2 hours 2 miles. Good thing we didn't go on the three hour tour because you know what happens on those (hint, Gilligan's island). We couldn't take our camera case or any purse into the caves and we were already carrying two sleepy girls so unfortunately we don't have any pictures of the caves themselves. They're big holes in the ground, use your imagination! They are pretty impressive and stretch for over 300 miles of known caves, the longest in the world. Eric especially loved carrying a sleeping Elizabeth through fat man's misery where it's tight from the waist down and tall man's agony where you have to bend over to get through. Elizabeth and Rachel did wake up during the tour and experienced lights out and the cave silence. Elizabeth was a real trooper at the end where we went up a 138 stairs, the tour had a total of 440.
So the caves were our Saturday excursion and on Sunday we went to a nondenominational church service in the campground run by a group from a Baptist church. We went on a little drive in Mammoth Cave Park and went across a ferry. They must not get much traffic through to have a ferry instead of a bridge.
We stopped off at Sloan's pond where Eric and Rachel slept in the car and Elizabeth and I took a walk around the pond and had lunch. We saw a lizard with a blue tail and some turtles.
We went swimming again to cool off and then relaxed a little before going back to the park for one too many hikes (we shouldn't have gone on the second). Eric and I are pretty happy, the girls are just tuckered out.
Our little trooper of a hiker with daddy's bandanna.
Monday we packed up camp and came back to the oh-so-normal state of Ohio! It's good to be back in my own bed and sleep through the night. I love camping but I'm a real grouch, as many can attest to, when I don't get a good night's sleep. I think the girls had fun camping but were also glad to be home. I haven't even mentioned one of the best things about camping, the food! I'm serious, Eric has gotten dutch oven cooking down so we had some very yummy meals and I only cooked one of them--mountain man's breakfast, cobbler, and pizza. We also did smores and hot dogs over the fire and poor Elizabeth burned her hand with the poker. Overall it was a good trip and maybe we'll do another camping trip this summer/fall.
UPDATE
Eric adds:
I want to add some comments to Elizabeth's swimming experience. The second time we went swimming I took her to the big pool (the little one was closed again because of somebody else). She really enjoyed being in the water and I taught her how to kick. She kind of got the idea, so I taught her how to move her arms. She barely got that concept, but she was trying (it kind of looked like doggy paddling). I held her stomach and she was "swimming." She was so excited. She kept saying, "I'm swimming Daddy, I'm swimming like the fishies." Then she started trying to make me let go. You see, in her mind she could swim now and I was just holding her back. Well, I didn't let go, I tried to explain that she couldn't quite swim yet, but she was determined. I would periodically put her up on the side of the pool for us to take a break. I did that one more time and faced her with one arm on each side of her on the edge of the pool. I closed my eyes for a second to clear some of the chlorine out and when I opened my eyes she was jumping in the pool. I tried to grab her, but she went under the water first. When I finally picked her up she was screaming and crying. In between the sobs all she could say was, "I can' swim daddy, I can't swim like the fishies."
It was such a sad moment for me as a parent. The rest of the day she didn't want to go into the pool. I felt like it was the first time she lost some of her childhood innocence. It was like she came out of the water a little less naive and a little bit more cynical. I imagine there are plenty of more times as a parent that I will have to let her try something I know she's not ready for and feel the pain of seeing her fail, but this was just a total disillusionment on her part and it was sad to watch. I hope she somewhat forgets and enjoys swimming again someday.








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