When we got back to camp, it was bitter cold. And I mean bitter cold. Found out later wind chill was -8 below. The tent would not stay secure. Had metal stakes and all that. The wind was so bad, it was rocking the rv. Decision was made to go home that evening. Feed everyone and leave.
While I cooked spaghetti for dinner, Summer got her carseat ready.
Irina trying to get the seatbelts out. Trying to get everything ready to go.
Waiting to go. Ironically, ready to go and NO KEYS! Max had lost the keys. We found them eventually.
These two did not want to go home. Can you tell?