Survival

Well.


We survived our first camping trip. Barely.


We dropped a wad of cash on a campsite the size of a quarter and picked up some freaky neighbors that neither understood nor cared about being quietly standoffish. Then Loverman drank so much Sunday night he was up at 3am throwing whole blackberries & strawberries on the ground topped with fresh hopps.

We also had his little nephew with us.. Peyton. We had such a great time watching that kid drop-trou everytime he had to piss (which amazingly for a 3 year old is about 4 times in a 2 hour span). After an exhausting 2 hours of "Why do you have that?" and "Can I put that in the fire?" and "Let's throw it in the river..."  his father came and got him and they went on their merry little way. The very first thing out of my mouth to my man was "I'll schedule that birth control appointment on Monday." Then we promptly popped the top and got down to serious camping mode.

We did some fishin'. That pic LEFT there is the steely he caught after maybe...MAYbe 5 casts. I throw one out and what happens? I'm snagged and have to break my line. I hate fishing.

And then we did it some more and I got me a sucker. And promptly dropped him on the ground til he almost died. He must've layed in that water trying to get his breath like an obese chain smoker tries to catch theirs after walking from the first handicap parking spot to their electrocart.

All in all it was an excellent night. There are many more pictures, however.. I may've been too hammered to turn off the "MACRO" which apparently means I have to take my photos within 45cm (Which btw, I have no idea how close that is). Maybe next weekend's adventure will be worth posting.