We embarked on our first camping trip of the season last weekend. The weather was fantastic. The fire was hot. The marshmallows sticky. We hiked a bunch, walked over a field full of driftwood left over from the flooding, climbed trees, played at the park, roasted things and ate them, made a rock collection, and slept very little and not well. We even gained a little camping girl, cousin Hannah, on Saturday evening. Even Rosie Posie Clark camped like a champ. We all stayed in TERRY, our camper. I'm very thankful for TERRY. It's so much better than sleeping amongst giant spiders and the bugs that cling to the outside of tents. Egh. Steve is disappointed with the name TERRY. All the other campers have manly, outdoorsy, adventurous names like: Hitchhiker, Eagle, Mountain Ridge...stuff like that. The other campers have pictures of cougars on the prowl, eagles in flight, wolves..howling at the moon. Ours?...it says: TERRY.
It grows on you, really.
The season's first of many camping trips to come...success. Thanks, TERRY.
1 comment:
TERRY sounds terrific! :-)
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