Naya relaxes on Jason's lap while camping at Rock Cut State Park

Camping at Rock Cut State Park, July 2017

It took us until late July to get out camping this summer. Better late than never, right?

This couldn’t be more true now that I reflect on the loss of our camper to fire.

With time running out on available weekends to camp, it limited our park options to where we could get in on short notice. Luckily, Rock Cut State Park had three sites still available for the last weekend of July. We snagged one and planned our trip.

Our camper was still living in Wisconsin, an hour and a half away from our new home in Illinois. Jason left the house early Friday morning to drive north and pick up the camper so we could load it up and be on the road by early afternoon. This 3-hour round trip just to get the camper to the house is a little different from the 3-second walk out our old front door.

As usual, the dogs were super excited to load into the back of the Tahoe and go for a ride. Naya got into camping mode right away by settling in for a nap. Bailey, on the other hand, enjoyed resting her head on the center armrest and watching the drive.

Naya sleeping in back of Tahoe en route to Rock Cut State Park

After a quick supply stop at Meijer, we arrived at Rock Cut State Park shortly before 5:00 pm. This is when we discovered that our last-minute campsite was pretty crummy — a small sliver of unwooded space right next to the two camp hosts.

The camp hosts didn’t bother us, but the lack of privacy did … especially with two dogs who will bark at the sight of anything. It took some maneuvering, but we created as much privacy as we could with our pop-up canopy and the truck. Of course, Naya still figured out that she could see under the canopy walls and creep on passersby.

Site 403 at Rock Cut State Park

There’s not much else to say about this camping trip. Our goal was to do a whole lot of nothing, and we achieved it. We relaxed in our new reclining camp chairs and played Banagrams and cards. I read Travels with Charley: In Search of America by John Steinbeck, a book of perfect length for a weekend camping trip.

Bailey gives some side eye as I creep on her relaxing

A relaxing weekend with the camper always feels good. This quick getaway reminded us of just how wonderful it is. As we drove home, we made plans to get out at least a couple more times before summer’s end …

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