Sunday, March 27, 2016

Old Haunt: Reynold's Creek Camping

I had a horrible and stressful week at work.  Mike looked over to me and asked "Do you want to go camping this weekend?"  It was a no brainer.  One night away, in the woods with friends.  We convinced our adventure friends last minute to come with us and started out Friday morning.

Destination? Reynolds Creek in Tonto National Forest. This is our third or fourth time here, and it will continue to be the best spot close to home.  And we finally got the spot we've been trying to get every other time: low, away from the road and close to the creek.  Straight out of the FJ, Mandy pointed this guy out.  He was long dead, but at least our campsite came with instant love.

We set up camp.  Or they set up camp and I wandered off to check out the little waterfalls in the creek.  Afterwards, the boys wanted to lounge, so Mandy and I took the dogs and walked up the road to where the creek crosses it. 

Lizard Splotch Rock

Rommel dove right into the deep spot and swam til he shivered.  Elly thought it stupid to get more than her toes wet. 

After walking back, we lounged.  And lounged some more. 

Mike set up the hammock.  Elly got first crack at laying in it with him.  Then it was my turn. 

Not long after, dinner was made and consumed.  Cold air came down the cut in the mountain and chilled us.  The fires were lit, dominos and cards came out and cocoa was a must.  The cold air finally chased us all in our respective adventure rigs until morning.

I woke first and walked the dogs up the road. We met a couple with their young daughter, played in the creek and walked back to camp to rustle Mike up.  Mama needed coffee. 

Elly was not feeling the camera this morning.  So you're stuck with handsome here.

After a lazy breakfast and dishes, we broke down camp and unfortunately headed out.  The worst part of the weekend was leaving.

It had been far too long since we went camping.  The teardrop will be snuggled up next to to the Chevelle until June.  Then COLORADO!