Nina's Girl Scout troop leaders had been throwing around the idea of a mother-daughter camping trip for a while, but they were getting resistance from a few of the moms. There are a few moms in the troop who "don't do camping," so the troop leaders had to be creative in their planning. A compromise that seemed to be agreeable to everyone was renting the staff house at a Girl Scout camp. We would have heat, indoor plumbing, and a kitchen, but we would still sleep in sleeping bags on the floor, and could cook over a fire if we wanted to. Honestly, it was the best of both worlds. I do love sitting around a campfire, but forgoing the tent was fine with me.
We went a few weeks ago. After arriving Saturday afternoon,
the girls gave us all a tour of the camp.
Then they hopped up on stage and gave us an impromptu concert.
Next they showed us the cabins where they stayed on their last camping trip.
After the grand tour, it was time for the mother-daughter soccer game.
There was no way my old lady hip would allow me to play soccer, so I volunteered to be the official referee and photographer. Fortunately, it didn't seem to bother anybody that the referee didn't actually know any soccer rules.
After the soccer game,
we got the campfire going,
cooked some hot dogs,
and just enjoyed some quality mother/daughter time in the great outdoors (just steps away from our indoor plumbing, kitchen, and heated sleeping quarters).
Of course, we ended the evening with s'mores, as every good camping trip should.
Apparently, the troop leader and I have different opinions on what a "per person serving of s'more ingredients" should be. My definition is something along the lines of "Bring enough for everyone to stuff themselves silly. You can never have too many s'more supplies." Her definition was, "One graham cracker, one half a chocolate bar, and two marshmallows per person."
Shocking, right? I'm not sure what planet she is from. The s'more debacle could have ruined the weekend. Thankfully, another mom had anticipated this serious marhsmallow shortage and brought another bag of marshmallows. I had some Thanks-a-lots in the car (what good cookie mom doesn't carry around Girl Scout cookies at all times?). Together, we solved the crisis.
The next morning, we headed home after a fun weekend of girl time, songs, games, campfires, laughter, and marshmallows. I'd say the weekend was a big success.