Think, camping with a gas stove and pop up camper.
It was just the 4 of us.
There were steaks and s'mores and hikes and rock climbing. There was a moose.
There were no phones or e-mails or iPods.
Matt smoked a cigar. I finished reading a book by lantern light. The kids got filthy--the kind of filthy that leaves tub marks in the tub even AFTER swimming in pool.
I had to shower for like an hour to feel remotely clean (and I could still use another go).
I love these moments with my family--the kind of moments where you don't dare to take a photo because no picture of those two kids exploring the woods will ever be able to do justice to the memory of their hand-holding and smudged smiling-cheek faces.
I'm always amazed how refreshed I feel when I come home--filthy and short on sleep--from time in the wild with my family.
Bucket list. Glamping. Check.