Thursday, October 19, 2006

Oh! in the moonlight, I want to hold somebody's hand!*

Going camping this weekend.

Moved from Hershey, PA (brrr!) to the Shenandoah Valley, VA (not so brrr!).

No more chocolate roller coasters (I may have made that part up anyway), but at least there will be more trees.

Although, Maureen did pick the campsite. (Hi, Maureen!) Maureen is a wonderful person, but the last time she picked the campsite we were with the senior citizens who were living out of their RVs at this little "camping" village for the season, complete with mailboxes. There were few trees. She will attest to all of this. It was a hysterical evening spent: fleeing the tent because it started to rain and water was running downhill under the tent, the camping version of a water bed (the trees might have helped here); fleeing the car because three people sleeping in it, sitting up, the windows fogging from humidity, is not pleasant; pants-free dragging the tent under a tarp shelter in the rain; then cowering silently in the tent from a skunk investigating the Wheat Thins left on the ground (by someone who will remain Mary-Jackelyn) a few feet away, trying not to get sprayed, since the skunk came over before we had zipped the door closed and we didn't want to make any noise and startle it. Really.

I doubt that will happen at this new place. However, I just checked the website and there were photos from the "For God and Country" sing-a-long, featuring women with bad perms and men in sandals with white knee socks. I am prepared for the adventure.

Wish me S'mores!


*Camp Newaygo camp song.

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