Apparently, when one refers to “camping” as “tent camping” it is as if that person is waving a big, ‘ole “I don’t do outdoors” flag. This is what I learned about a month ago when Kyle and I went tent camping with our Aussie partners-in-crime, McRoesty.
Why do I call it that? Well, I feel like I need to specify which type of camping I am embarking upon. As a kid, the only camping adventures I had were in our living room with my pop-up Mickey Mouse tent or hopping in Aunt Pam & Uncle Steve’s RV for a weekend away. So to me, there’s tent camping, RV camping, and my all-time favorite, cabin “camping.” Staying in a log cabin, isolated on a tall, tall hill is totally roughing it, right?!
Here are some snaps I took on our weekend adventure in Dwellingup:
Our camp site was situated right next this river…
Team McRoesty enjoying the view with Princess Koko…
Beautiful wildflowers we spotted on our afternoon walk.
King Jarrah tree, with Kyle as a point of reference. This tree was massive!!
Isn’t my husband handsome?! Couldn’t resist adding this one to the mix.
Despite the drizzling rain, we were able to get a pretty nice campfire (and s’mores!) going.
:: Dwellingup, Western Australia::