Pillsbury

We just got back from a refreshing, spur of the moment camping trip. We used to camp all of the time. I realized that we have only been camping together once since moving to NH! Sad. We both looked at each other yesterday afternoon and said, "So, let's go camping!" and off we went. Pillsbury State Park is just a little more than an hour North of us, so it was easy to get to. We figured the Fourth of July crowds would be heading home, or gone already and we were right. We paddled through two ponds, with one short portage to get to the campsite. Polar was in heaven. He loves to ride in the canoe. He will just lay there and lap at the water. We went for a sunset canoe ride, then came back and had brats on the fire. Very relaxing. We woke up to a little rain, but it burned off pretty quickly. We had the pond to ourselves, except the one passing of a group of teenage boys singing "Yellow Submarine" We need to do that more often!