I survived our camping trip this weekend. Gary says that I not only survived, I overcame. I’m not quite sure what that means, but I’ll take it as a compliment.
Anyhow, I took around 700 photos this weekend, and I haven’t had the time to edit all of them. And I have received several messages asking how it went. So I will show just a few shots right now, just to give you an idea of what it was like.
Actually, those are the feet of Mother of Dirt Balls. But you probably already figured that out. And please ignore the fact that I haven’t had a pedicure in a while.
As you can see, we got a little lot dirty. Really dirty. Pretty sure that is the dirtiest any of us 3 girls have ever been. And Gary is always dirty, so this was no new experience for him.
I’ll post more later. Just thought I would give you this little sample of our weekend. And I just realized that I didn’t really write about my thoughts on camping, as the title would suggest. I don’t think I have recovered enough to put those thoughts into words. But I’m working on it.