The birds thought it was spring…

By the sound of the forest, the birds thought it was spring. Last Wednesday was a gorgeous warm sunny day — the kind that you get to play in the snow all day and forget that snow is in fact cold. (until you fall while trying to get down a hill on snowshoes and get snow in your underwear. then you remember it’s cold.) The kind you pack spare clothes for — down to underwear because you just might get that wet. The nap-in-the-carrier kind. And then nap again, in the stroller kind. The snack-outside kind of day. The perfect kind. Absolutely perfect.

There was sliding. And hockey playing. And fort building. And sliding. And snowshoeing, without coats. And walking. And running around without coats. or snow pants. or hats. or mitts. And giggling. Oh the giggles. The squeals of ‘we’re at camp!! We’re at camp!!’ were also fabulous.

spring in winter

spring in winter

spring in winter

spring in winter

spring in winter

spring in winter
lunch break inside. we decided to have lunch inside really only because “being inside at camp is pretty cool too”. and it was slightly easier to sit Juliette inside. And so she could eat in the same dishes that are so vivid in my camp memories.

spring in winter

spring in winter

spring in winter
giggles like you’d hardly believe. the kind you bottle up in memory to pull when you’re having a bad day.

spring in winter
she napped while we snowshoed.

spring in winter
the fort. that was sort of the penalty box at this point. did you know it’s hard to photograph a cool snow fort? it is.

spring in winter

Spring is coming. We felt it that is for sure!

note… ‘camp’ is my extended-on-my-mom’s-side-of-the-family hunting camp that we’ve used since I was little as a base for many fun days. Including sleepovers. and we have thanksgiving here, for 50+ people every year.

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