We just returned from our annual camping trip to Door County. If you don't know where Door County is just pick up your left hand and look at your thumb. Now picture close to the end of your thumb and that is where it is located in Wisconsin. This year approximately 60 of our friends were in various campsites in the state park. No fights broke out this year. Ha! Actually, it is a wonderful time of fun, exercise, smoke in your eyes from changing winds and profitable visits. The most valuable thing I packed was itch relief cream due to mosquitos that would make Minnesota jealous.
This year was very different than other years. We were missing one of the MYP due to work. The other two were missing due to too many friends and sleeping at different campsites. They did touch home base when their bellies were empty at suppertime. Otherwise, we'd wave as they biked by.
The Chairman and I had a lot of time together like empty-nesters. It was very nice to be honest. And the camper didn't reek of sweaty clothes this time.
There were lots and lots and lots of teens. I must take after my father as I really really like talking to young people. Well any people to be honest! I had several good visits swaying in a hammock talking to them. And I know some other parents that had some great visits with ours too. It take a village.
Then there's "Gracie". Poor poor "Gracie" a little girl we don't know. She was in the campsite behind us for one day/night and she has a mother that let her scream and cry and writhe on the ground all the while her mother was negotiating with her. "Gracie do you want this? that? the other thing?". All "Gracie" probably wanted was some strong boundaries, a bit of food, and a bed. Thankfully "Gracie" and her parents moved along soon.
Then there's the economics professor from South Carolina that the Chairman and I caught up to while biking. He started saying things about my beauty which I thoroughly thought was
Then there's the bathrooms. The showers are quite pleasant and warm. Then you take your stuff to a room with sinks and mirrors to finish up. Standing next to a shirtless, middle-aged man shaving and combing his hair is kind of like being in the men's bunks at convention - not that I've been there or anything. But it's just so weird. So I try to not make eye contact and comb my hair and brush my teeth quickly.
Then you return home and think all is well and you hear your now barely adult daughter had purchased a ticket, rode the train to Chicago and shopped for a whole day without your knowledge. "I knew you'd be too worried if I did it so I thought I'd tell you once I was home again." I kinda-sorta freaked out and said, "what if something went wrong and no one knew where you were?". Oh! I told several people - just not you. I guess it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission sometimes. Secretly, we're kinda proud of the fact that she negotiated her way to the windy city without an ounce of help, had a great time, and came back with a pair of designer shoes that she paid only one penny for! She's even more frugal than I am.
So here's some pictures etc. from my phone. Happy week ahead! I'm off to replace the door lock on our camper.