|This is not our camp sight. But it is what it felt like to|
me because I am a bit melodramatic.
Ezra and I returned to the campground mid-morning on Saturday. On the way there I called my mom, who was a bit concerned having been trapped away from home herself the previous evening due to intense flooding of the roads. I also stopped en route at Target, where I bought only a sleeping bag. (Syke. It was Target, so of course I bought more than one thing. I also bought five disposable rain ponchos, leggings for Hosanna, and sanity chocolate for me.)
When we arrived back to camp it was still raining, but at least this was more "miserable drizzle" than "oh-heck-no downpour." Brian and the girlies shared a damp night in the tent, but because theirs is a group mixed of manly men and adventurous children, they were all "it was so fun!" Liars, all of them.
I spent some time huddled around a picnic table with Rick, his wife Jenny, and a few others who were intent on telling me the worst camping stories you could imagine. It was kind of like when you are pregnant and everyone wants to share their labor stories, simply to
One man, who will remain nameless due to the nature of this story (
|This is me totally cooking my burrito|
over a camp fire. I'm pretty sure this
makes me an official Professional
Camper. Camping like a boss.
I returned to the camp sight to cook my first camping meal over an open fire = burritos. (See nutritional theories above for an idea about my burrito philosophy.)
The rain took a permanent break around 3:00 p.m. This was well timed as we had a baptism scheduled for 4:00 p.m., and would have preferred clear skies for our outdoor meeting. Several people got baptized, including this young couple, shown here with their freaking adorable baby, Jack.
Eden and Chris and baby Jack. (Coincidentally, they also used the camp sight next to ours and saved the day with their mad camping skills that included packing mustard and ketchup.)