In addition to s'mores, our weekend camping at Lost Lake included views such as these:
sightings of the last wild rhododendrons of the year,
long hikes around the lake,
morning yoga under a brilliant sunrise,
(just about the perfect place for sun salutations!)
slippery newts and salamanders,
splashing about in cold cold water,
moments of serenity,
and lots of good friends.
On more than one occasion, Funky B took my hand in hers and said, "Mama, I like camping." I do too, kiddo. I do too.