Back to the Hotel

The sleeping accommodations were ghetto, but the Campgrounds at Fort Wilderness were very nice. Aunt Stacey, Uncle Chris, and Christopher slept in the cabins. We spent much of our time with them. Although the parks were fun, perhaps the best times of the weekend were back at the campgrounds.

We kicked it in the dry cabin, just chillin' as a family.

Those monkeys played tag in the puddles.

Nothing like a rousing game of hide and seek.

We wrestled with Uncle Chris.

We held meaningful conversations.

We ran to the pool to escape the heat.
Well, that is until the rain came...again... Then, those of us with common sense intact, sought shelter.
While others braved the icky weather and sought out beer.

We laughed at Captain Morgan impressions.

Some of us caught cabin fever.

And others caught that magical feeling.

Not rain, nor heat, nor crying triplets could break our spirits!