Caleb's First Camping Trip

It's a month of firsts! Which is fitting for Caleb's first months of life... Our friend Chris is attempting a ski streak (skiing at least once a month for as many consecutive months as possible) and the window was closing on month 24 at October's end. We'd talked about camping with Caleb as a possible adventure for the three of us this Fall, before it gets really cold at night, so we decided to accompany Chris on Saturday's skiing trip and drove up Highway 88 past Jackson on Friday afternoon.



I believe this is pronounce "Pie Pie." But if we come back here in a few years, Caleb may pronounce it differently and I will giggle at it along with him.

Ari completed his inspection of the tent so it must be good to go.

Dog bed on one side, Caleb's Moses Basket (thanks Jonathan and Andrea!) on the other, and Mom and Dad in the middle.

Off for a hike around the campground before sundown!

Since we weren't sure how cold it might get we brought lots of cozy clothes for Caleb and he stayed warm throughout the night, sleeping just as well as he does at home. However, Mom and Dad didn't think to bring as many clothes for ourselves and we were chilly. The sacrifices parents make...

Mom and Caleb in warm fleece and Ari with his warm fur coat.

In the morning we were off to meet Chris at Carson Pass, where we hiked in a few miles to Roundtop Lake. Caleb was quite comfy on my chest, but with his weight combined with the weight of the pack and ski gear, I thought my shoulders were going to fall off... Here we are about to enter the Mokolumne Wilderness, one of California's many phenomenally beautiful wilderness areas. It would take a lifetime to explore them all, so it's good that Caleb's getting an early start!

Lunchtime at Roundtop Lake, with snow-covered peaks behind us.

Mom and Caleb staying cozy and warm at the lake before Dad and Chris set off in search of snow.



We found quite a bit of snow, thanks to the record-breaking snowfalls of last winter. But if quantity wasn't a problem, quality was, and our turns back to the lake were on some of the firmest, most chattery snow I've ever skied. Congrats on 24 months, Chris! Same time and place for #36 next year?