In Acadia, we camped in Amy’s brother’s back yard. The dogs had their own tent, complete with crates, and we had a tent. That lasted one night. (Yes, I am a sucker for a long, sad, shivering dog-face.)
After morning hikes, we would spend time hanging out in the yard.
Lots of the time was spent wrassling.
Or snuggling with Mama Amy.
Or playing with Emma’s toys.
And a lot of the time, we just relaxed in the sunshine.