"I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in."
-George Washington Carver
Last month we brought our camper home during a snowstorm. I guided my husband as he backed it up into the driveway, all the while big fat snowflakes fell to the ground, making the task at hand quite difficult. It's kind of comical now, thinking back on the situation, but in the moment it felt as thought winter would never end and we would not have use for the camper we were struggling to park on the driveway.
Fast forward a few weeks: spring has sprung. Greens and pinks and yellows have replaced the drab whiteness. Rain boots and sandals were traded with snow boots and mittens. We've been spending as much time outdoors as possible, bare feet caked with dirt and ice cream rings around mouths.
In the middle of this seasonal transition, we hitched the camper to the truck and set out for our first camping trip of the year. As always, rain accompanied us, but we made do with our first ever camper movie date. Our first time out was a success with minimal complications (water heater broken, forgotten camera battery, etc.) and we already have more trips jotted down on the calendar.
Here is our Spring Camping film.