lost parrot cabins

"Mom, this place is like our own, special, secret place." 

And even though it's not, I know exactly how she felt, staying in these secluded little cabins in the woods.  By the time the weekend away with our friends had ended, it felt like we'd spent the perfect little holiday at the perfect summer camp.  

There were colourful cabins with crazy decor.  There were fireworks and fireflies. Sangria by the pool and lazy days in hammocks.  Bat-watching.  Nature hikes.  Cookouts, and bike rides, and tiny outdoor concerts.

And there were s'mores. Because, obviously, there had  to be s'mores. 

Song:  The Wobble by V.I.C.  Because the night before we all left, there may or may not have been two families doing the Wobble in one of the cabins.  Vigorously.