Sleeping Under the Stars

Mr. Ether and I left the chilluns at home chillin' last night and went to spend the night at our favorite Quaker summer camp, Camp Woodbrooke, to enjoy some beautiful fall weather and help in a small way to put the camp to bed for the off-season.

We enjoyed viewing the moons of Jupiter through a telescope, thanks to Mr. Sminthia (husband of our favorite mouse blogger.)

We set up a tent where we eventually ended up sleeping, but we started the night under the stars, serenaded by a multitude of very loud crickets.

Molly the dog was totally weirded out by the fact that we were laying outside on the ground (were we morphing into dogs??) and was very restless. All of the night sounds -- coyotes, deer, falling branches in the woods -- made her growl or bark. (Mr. Ether said that she also growled every time I snored. It makes a good story, but there's one problem with it: I don't snore. Just saying.)

Moving into the tent was probably a good idea, because when we woke up the dew and morning fog were so heavy everything was dripping wet. It was beautiful though. I'm glad that we went.