With my little one about to make his grand appearance at any moment, my family was reluctant to plan anything big for my sister’s 21st birthday, which was only 4 days away from my due date. Also, with the baby shower of the century just barely over (see post here), my family seemed a little partied out. Nevertheless, I felt that I both owed my family some sort of repayment for working so hard for my party and that I shouldn’t allow the impending birth of my child take away the fun of any potential party for a very special sister on a very special birthday.
Fran had been talking about planning a camping trip for some time, and had wanted to make it happen for her birthday this year. Our dear friend, Jenny, had recently been on a couple of local camping trips at a yurt campsite, and had inspired us to try it out for ourselves. (Thanks, Jenny!!)
Yurt [yoo rt] noun
A tentlike dwelling of the Mongol and Turkic peoples of central Asia, consisting of a cylindrical wall of poles in a lattice arrangement with a conical roof of poles, both covered by felt or skins. ; also: a structure that resembles a yurt usually in size and design
Of course, my family was pretty preoccupied with planning my shower so the thought of a camping trip seemed like just too much at the time. Good thing for Billy, however, because he kept bringing up the idea, even after the hustle and bustle of the big event. So with the rest of the family tuckered out, I decided to take things into my own hands and get something done.
With less than 2 weeks to pull the party off, friends were contacted, reservations were made, and plans were coming along. Packing lists (including our awesome s’mores skewers- see post here), shopping lists, and menus were made, and all that was left was to wait for the big reveal. We kept Fran in the dark (and also kept her from trying to make plans on her own) by embellishing a little, well, a lot, after my doctor’s appointments concerning how close to labor I was (sorry, Fran!). Soon enough the weekend came, with Fran expecting nothing but little Emmett to arrive, and our little last minute weekend camping party was a big surprise. Success!
Below are some pictures of our weekend, showing some of the details of the trip. It was kept very simple, but it was still fun, and the best part was Fran completely shocked and feeling just a little extra special.