After our recent camping debacle we weren’t due to rough it again until Jam Camp, but then my dear friends Pam and Robyn invited us to join them at their waterfront slice-of-heaven site at Porteau Cove. They wisely booked it way back when the 2013 reservations opened, within minutes of the opening, in fact. To get a premier spot like that is nothing short of a miracle. I’ve heard of people herding their friends over and having everyone try on separate laptops simultaneously, only to watch the choice spots disappear within minutes.
Pam and Robyn are veteran Porteau Cove campers. They’ve been camping there with family for nigh on twenty years, and we’re lucky to fall into the ‘chosen family ‘category. I call Robyn “Mom 1″ and Pam ”Mom 2,” and so they’re G-ma 1 and G-ma 2 to the kids, of course. I’ve known Pam and Robyn for about as long as they’ve been camping at Porteau Cove. Awash in tie-dye and full of joi de vivre, they are equal parts steadfast and whimsical. They’ve seen me through almost two decades of change, and have always been there for me. Now they’re here for my kids too … as part of an amazing and strong web of grandparental types who enrich our lives immensely.
I am so thankful to have them in my life … and not just because they invited us to enjoy their stunning temporary beachfront real estate (and gave my kids the cutest matching rainbow tie-dye shirts). Although their invitation was a magical bit of perfect timing and oh such a glorious way to reconnect with them after not seeing them for ages. It was so nice to watch my kids enjoy their company and love, and to see Pam & Robyn soak up the special kind of kid joy that comes with camping with littles. Jack was able cruise up the highway on her motorcycle to join us for her days off, which sweetened the deal immensely.
All that and only an hour from home? Paradise … with beloved friends, bewitchingly perfect weather, good food, comfy air beds, and happy, dirty kids. What a summery slice of grandly perfect!
Enjoy the photo-heavy goodness!