Snowshoeing into camp is one of our very favorite things to do. And doing it with an almost 11-month-old is a whole different ball game… especially in the middle of a snowstorm.

In retrospect, it was too much. If we had Sunday’s 40 and sunny weather on Saturday (30 and heavy snow), it would have been totally fine. But it was too much for Henry, and we will definitely plan better next time.

But, we all got to camp safely, we warmed up quickly, and we have lots of (filmy) pics to document another weekend in one of our very favorite places!

Saturday

We left for camp early in the morning, hoping to catch Henry’s first 9:30-11 am nap. He is in an “I hate my car seat” phase right now, but after a little bit of fussing and a few Cheerios, he was down and out for the count.

Once we parked the truck at the end of camp road, we bundled him up, strapped on our snowshoes, put him in the backpack carrier, and started the one-mile trek to camp.

We ended up ditching our heavy sleds halfway so we could get Henry inside ASAP then Sam and the dogs headed back to grab all our gear while Henry and I warmed up by the fire.

Once Sam’s parents arrived, we spent the night chatting, snacking, sippin, and playing with Henry!

Sunday

With Sunday came the sun! We slept in (I use “slept in” as loosely as I can with a baby!) and sipped camp coffee—perfectly percolated on the burner, then kept warm on the top of the wood stove. When Henry went down for his first nap, Sam, Brett, the dogs, and I headed out (with my two film cameras—scans to come!) to explore the stream and tromp in the few feet of snow we got overnight!

Camp is such a special place. It provides a chance to truly unplug and spend tons of time outside.