This flower welcomed me on my (countless) trips to the bathroom…just sitting by the path…saying “Hello, again! Hope you make it this time!” Let’s be honest, folks. Sometimes I don’t completely make it in time anymore. It’s unpredictable. I can have the 24 hour bladder or the 1 hour bladder at any given moment. And should I sneeze because of the smoke and the bug spray, well…look out. Y’all never warned me about leakage. For Virginia’s sake…I’m gonna have to start wearing Depends.
Miss Sydney’s 1st offical camping trip went very well. She was never at want for attention, that’s for sure. She’ll have to learn to help with the dishes if she’s gonna stick around for the long haul, but I’d say overall, it was a blazing success. Look at those cheeks!
We got a whole entire $1 off a hamburger combo at the general store for spending a million dollars renting canoes on Sunday…so we cashed in and got some fries and such before taking the dogs down to the beach. I had a little company, as you can see. They are relentless. I’ve lived in this skirt for the past 5 months, but sadly I think this past weekend was it’s final “Peanut voyage” as I can no longer *ahem* hoist it up and over without injury to both me and the fabric. It’s the best money I ever spent, though. I shall miss you Pata-guchi skirt…until we meet again…on the other side of “why is my back side growing as fast if not faster than my front side?”
And finally, I am still the fire master…no paper, 1 match, much flame. Curt found a camp saw like his pap’s and bought it with his allowance…it’s actually very speedy. I don’t normally cut the wood (as it turns into a Mulder man competition that we all stay far far away from), but I did get one slice in this weekend. Time to buy some longer shirts, I suppose.
More photos of our days up at Platte River here tagged “July 4”. The canoeing ones were taken by me in the kayak- far away from the antics of a family close to tears near the end. It’s an awesome 15 miles (a full 3 hours) of river, but that last 45 minutes will make you want to poke your eyes out…or at least smack Curt with the paddle…hard.