Cool weather camping (I'm saying "cool" because I know some of my hardcore camping friends will scoff at my description of effin' cold, but believe you me, it was effin' cold) is something that I have resisted for the last 37 years.
Last weekend I cleaned and packed the trailer (which I haven't really wanted to set foot in since we half lived in it last June while our house was being finished) and off we toodled to Sugar Lake.
Upon arrival I had a serious "stay away from the lake you only have 2 more pairs of pants" conversation with the boys.
Thirteen minutes later Lucas was standing in front of me soaking wet.
Surprised?
I thought not.
I wasn't either.
Luckily, the most apt consequence for this act of stupidity defiance falling in the lake happened upon us quite by accident.
I had packed an extra pair of shoes for both boys, but sadly for Lucas, the pair that I packed for him consisted of a size 1 left Pokemon shoe and a size 3 left Spiderman shoe (he is currently a size 12).
Accidental, but fitting.
So Mr. Worried About How I Look had to schlep around the campsite in two very floppy left shoes.
And they were velcro closing, which is a whole other shameful thing according to the Book of Luke.
When the stars align, all is right with the world, and the punishment magically fits the crime, it makes me so happy to be a mom.
Other highlights of the weekend were, in no particular order:
Av crawling in bed with me in the morning after we'd dressed the kids and shoed them out the door and my sweet husband making and bringing us coffee.
Cheesies up the nose.
I don't think I have to elaborate on that particular activity.
Deep fried turkey aka Paradise Found.

The best thing about camping other than the food?
The campfire.
The worst thing about camping other than the weight gain?
The campfire smell when you walk in the house after you get home.

The scavenger hunt I printed off the computer as Gorgeous George was sitting in the truck, ready to go, mentally honking the horn at me.
I thought it would buy the moms an hour of peace when the dads were out atv-ing. I made a crucial error in judgement by telling the kids that if they couldn't find the item (I was talking mostly about the deer and lizard that were listed) that they could get creative and draw a picture of the item.
The kids (who are as competitive as their mothers) found that drawing was WAY quicker than actually hunting for and finding, so sadly the hunt was over in about 10 minutes.
When I hear people say they live in God's country, they are sorely mistaken.
Because this is it.
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