Well.
Imagine my surprise when I pulled into my house after a long week in New Mexico to find this beauty staring back at me.
What on earth are we going to do with that???
What on earth are we going to do with that???
And it was many years ago that a good friend of mine told me that I would really like camping if I truly gave it my best try.
Well.
She was right.
We took Roxy out.
(don't you love her name? I do!)
(don't you love her name? I do!)
We lit a campfire.
We caught lots of bugs.
We fished.
(And didn't catch any, T.H.A.N.K.G.O.O.D.N.E.S.S)
And when it was time for bed,
we saw two skunks and four deer.
So we climbed in.
Locked the door.
Plugged in.
And slept to the hum of our fan.
It was truly glorious.
And even though I'm pretty sure we won't turn into RV folk:
(Yes, they really do exsist.)
I really can't wait to go again.
3 comments:
Haaaaaa! You are such a nerd! Now that is my kind of camping! I grew up camping like that! My older sister told me once that bears could pick the lock on the door. I spent many a night watching that stupid lock waiting for it to turn. I am an idiot!
Great memories...your boys were probably in heaven!
Looks so fun!! I love how you always have to name your stuff. I remember Ruby the little red Neon...So cute!
hahah sounds fun and i really like the way you write!
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