Civilized Camping

It's fall!  For me, fall means the woods and camping. 

We did our part and slept on the cold, hard ground for two nights.  We even cooked out twice on a tiny little pink hibachi (no fires allowed in Holland).  

But I gotta say, the Dutch always come through and take every opportunity to create a full family experience.  This rustic campground in the country's only national forest (mostly tulip fields and grazing pastures in the low countries) included an indoor swimming pool, three restaurants, a climbing wall, bowling, bouncy house, and totally rad indoor and outdoor playgrounds.  

In our defense, we only visited the pool. 

And the playgrounds.

PS. I'm ignoring the rule that you're not supposed to drink rosé after September. Surely this rule falls into the now well-disputed rule against white pants after Labor Day . . . not that I regularly wear white pants. But the Dutch do.

Oh, our little "helpers."

They had different ideas about what it meant to go "play on your own for a while."

Uno works in the park, Uno works in the dark . . .

We made lots of chocolate cookies ahead of time.

#cookiemonsters