Mother-daughter glamping

Last weekend, Amalia's Girl Scout troop went on a Mother-Daughter "camping" trip to a nearby campground in the Santa Cruz mountains. It was beautiful, but we were hardly roughing it. This is a picture of the dining hall. 

Hanging out before a hike. 

I'm not sure what I'm reacting to here, but I'm sure it was fascinating...or repulsive.  

 Our hikers.

Adrian was our knowledgeable guide. He may or may not have needed a bit of help bringing his information down to the level of his audience. He kept asking if people knew what cells were...or photosynthesis...or procreation...

Moms and girls. 

 Candle-making fun. 

 

The 'mole hole." A super long tunnel slide on the side of the hill. To go down it, you had to put on a helmet, elbow pads and gloves, and sit on a plastic sled. A man-boy at the top asked how hard you wanted your push to be (small, medium, big or self-push). I opted for big. 

The girls were excited for the 7 a.m. polar bear plunge.  

The moms not so much. 

But we did it anyway!

Getting ready for the 80s themed dance party. 

 I went preppie; Amalia was more Physical, a la Olivia Newton-John. 

Thriller!

80s girls.

I couldn't seem to find my lunch table in the dining hall. Everyone else was neon/Cyndi Lauper. I apparently opted for the class president role.  

Morning Brownie circle on our last day, where patches were handed out, and songs were sung. 

Knocked out on the drive home. The sign of a good weekend.