We are home! The weather was perfect for the church backpack trip. G walked the entire two miles to the campsite. Goldilocks was carried most of the way, but she did enjoy getting down and walking with The Man.
She chose her own outfit, by the way. She convinced someone to put the orange one-piece romper on her when everyone else was getting dressed. Before long she was back with the denim jumper on asking someone to button it for her. A few minutes later she returned with a pair of jeans. I drew the line there. We are still potty training, and I didn't want too many layers to deal with!
The Man's pack weighed over 70 pounds, but that was before Goldilock's pack was tied on there (G had a backpack, so it was only fair that she also had one).
Not only did G walked the entire way, but he became an expert at pointing out the horse poop along the trail. In case you are wondering, his pack contained a pillow, a blanket, Curious George, a toothbrush, two pairs of underwear, and a harmonica--all important wilderness essentials!
Don't feel too sorry for The Dog, he practically crawled from the vehicle to the trail head with his pack of dog food. After showing off his puppy dog eyes, the pack was removed from him and put on Painter, with J carrying the chain for Painter. The Dog is no dummy.
Especially since once the dog food was eaten and we were ready to come home, the pockets on the doggie pack were the perfect size to hold the diapers and underwear of Goldilocks that didn't stay dry.
It was a beautiful trip, but I was glad to get home, and Goldilocks is happy to always be within a 10-second sprint of the bathroom.