Fall? Camping at Lake Maria

We camped this last weekend at Lake Maria. What should have been a crisp, lovely experience in Minnesota big woods at the peak of fall color was a freezing, blustery affair as we battled temperatures in the mid-to-low 30s, and wind speeds that must have been constant around 30 miles per hour. Very c-c-c-cold! Factor in the various extra efforts and attention that bringing an 18-month old along requires, and it was definitely not the most relaxing camping experience I've ever had. That said, we woke up to a peaceful (the wind had died down) sunny (if chilly) Sunday morning and the colors were fantastic. And we are building priceless memories for little Lucy. She is apparently hardier than me, most of the time asking for us to take off her mittens (pronounced "mid-ney") so she can use her busy fingers to explore the world around her. She can be endlessly entertained with hide-and-seek in the woods and around the tent. Of course, if you consider our history at Ingawanis, there's no mystery as to who's side of the family THAT comes from...