Went camping this weekend with 3 neighbor families and Trisha's friend Jenny's family (her kids go to Atrium, too). Down at Onondaga Cave State Park. Didn't go in the main cave--but we did take the lantern tour of Cathedral Cave on Sunday. Played in the river. I'm going to attempt to give you some numbers likeAnnie has from her trip to Kiawah, but I'm sure it won't be quite so good:
7: The number of tents spread over our 5 campsites
20: How many people were in our "party"
10: How many of us were children
2: adult sunburns, both on dads
0: kid sunburns
5: how many girls slept in the "girl tent" Friday night
3: how many girls slept in the "girl tent" Saturday night after much overtired strife
6: the hour at which the girl tent started waking up Saturday morning: It's a woodpecker!
298: yards from the central campsite to the showerhouse
1: new bird: yellow-throated vireo
3: how many of us heard the scary domestic disturbance at 1 a.m. Friday night.
1: creepy man in an Impala driving around and around our campsite around 4:30 in the morning on Saturday.
12: mah jongg games played
0: mah jongg games I won
7: large creepy bug bites or spider bites on my legs
2: pounds of deer sausage consumed Sunday morning
2: number of my kids who had complete breakdowns on Sunday
We got home Sunday afternoon and cleaned up everything. I took a nap starting at 4 and woke up around 8. I went back to bed for the night at 10:30 and slept until 9 this morning. The girls had almost 11 hours of sleep and are currently taunting and fighting with each other while they are forced to clean their room. Stop! Stop making that noise! You took the unicorn barrettes on purpose! That sort of crap. I am so angry at them I could scream. But I'm going to let it play itself out a little bit.
It was a good trip, though, with smores and rock skipping and nobody drowning in the Meramec (that's always a goal). The kids played on the playground right in sight of the campsites, found stray cats, named them, and so on. Trail mix and Trisha-made mixed drinks, a hike to the bluffs, a discussion of Mormonism, hey, it was all good.
I just dread the aftermath. The today.
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I hope the aftermath period is short-lived. Why is it that any exceptionally fun trip or evening has to have an overtired "morning-after?"
The most significant number for me would have been the 298 yards to the bathroom... yikes.
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