Camping

So we experienced one of our larger "field trips" of the summer this past weekend. We went camping on Jekyll Island. It was hot. But it was really fun. The kids really liked it and didn't want to leave. We only stayed 2 nights. I think I've decided that I am an only 2 or 3 night camper. There were some people at our campground there for 2 weeks and even months. Not for me. I love the outdoors and it makes me very happy that my hus and kids love it too, but I also love air conditioning and a nice soft mattress and a clean shower.


Regardless of all that, it was fun. I'm looking forward to when we can do it again. We were really only there for one whole day (got there Friday and left Sunday). Since Paul and I had to put the tent up during a pretty intense lightening storm, we decided to head to nearby St. Simons for dinner the first night. We spent Saturday morning at the beach and then after heading back to the campsite to shower and clean up, headed to the Georgia Sea Turtle Rescue Center. That was neat. Really big turtles.


Saturday night we roasted hot dogs and then marshmallows for smores for dessert. We found out Kristin is a budding pyro and Grace is not too far behind. We also found out that the roasting of the marshmallows is even more fun than eating them.


We took our time packing up Sunday morning. When we finally headed out, we decided to head home via Savannah. We intended to spend a little bit of the afternoon there but after I took too much hydrocodine (I had my wisdom teeth out a week ago and was taking this for pain) I started to feel really sick so we cut that part of the trip short and headed home. I think I slept most of the ride home.


Anyway, we made it home safe and sound and with a pack full of good memories. Here are a few pics from our trip.

Have you ever...

Have you ever gotten somewhat excited about something like getting to go on a bike ride so you can have some alone time only to find out, after you've made arrangements with your hus for the kids, and changed your clothes, and folded down all the seats in the van so your bike will fit, and then cleaned out the van because once you've folded down the seats you can see just how nasty the back of the van is, that the bike pump you have, the only one you have, no longer pumps air into your tires, but sucks it out? And so now, you have one VERY flat bike tire, making it impossible for you to go on your much needed bike ride and making all your efforts go to waist. So then, angered by the disappointment you jump in your husband's sporty little non-van and take off to Wal-Mart to get a new pump (not because there will even be enough daylight left for you to ride after you get back, but just because you still need that little bit of alone time and you are in no mood to be around the kids or even the hus....and yes, Paul, maybe because your time of the month is fast arriving) and you find yourself driving well over the speed limit because you are mad and because you just like to drive fast when not in the van or not listening to Disney music and then you find a cop hot on your tail, OUT OF NO WHERE! So then, blinded by your fury, you not only don't stop, but you hit the gas and before you know it you are in your very first high speed cop chase! And then as the needle edges toward 110 and you notice that there are now 2 cop cars in hot pursuit and you begin to think of slowing, Edward Cullen suddenly appears in the seat next to you, seemingly out of thin air and tells you not to stop because those are not cops behind you but in fact evil vampires and he is here to save you.....and.....
ok, ok, I made up that last part. and the middle part about being in a high speed chase. But the part about me being mad about not being able to ride my bike is true.

p.s. I just finished rereading Eclipse (3rd book in the Twilight Saga) in preparation for the movie coming out, hence Edward making it into my high speed chase fantasy.