also i was necessary in the watching of someone else make cobbler, so
Augh sorry I missed posting yesterday, things went all timey wimey and bleh. SO! CAMPING!
It was pretty tame, considering in past years we've had flocks of caribou cross the lake some 200ft from camp, or that one time someone had a heart attack, or that other time someone had an epileptic fit, or that other time someone flipped their boat and almost died of hypothermia.
All that happened this year was one of the other family friend's dogs ran away--all the way back to the car, where she waited for her people to come get her.
And that the fireworks never really behaved as fireworks aught to--one time someone else's dog ran over to a lit firework trying to pick it up in her mouth, then knocked it over so that it shot into camp instead of over a lake, and an artillery shell shot past me (maybe five feet away) and exploded in a bush.
(Another time a firework just didn't shoot up like a firework should and exploded on the ground, nearly catching my dad's beard on fire.)
Also this year there were tiki torches. And a pirate flag. And a keg. (Neither the pirate flag nor the keg are new additions to camping, actually, sorry to lead you astray.)
My dog is one smart cookie. (It was raining (in the sunlight) (yeah that happens))
PIRATE FLAG. And the grill the menfolks kept using even though the dogs kept licking it clean (they maintain that fire burns off the dog spit, so it's sanitary. ...eh.)
Stuff you add to the fire that makes it burn pretty colors! Omg we are so hardcore at camping you guys.
Blueberry picking with a blueberry picker. I have no idea how anyone picks without them, i would be bored to tears. And have no blueberries.
Omnomnomnom...
This is camp from afar! Or ahill! Whichever.
I had fresh picked blueberry pancakes and you didn't thbbbbpt.
In other news, UGH, Suits is KILLING ME, I am in no way ready for this to be the last episode of the season ;________;
It was pretty tame, considering in past years we've had flocks of caribou cross the lake some 200ft from camp, or that one time someone had a heart attack, or that other time someone had an epileptic fit, or that other time someone flipped their boat and almost died of hypothermia.
All that happened this year was one of the other family friend's dogs ran away--all the way back to the car, where she waited for her people to come get her.
And that the fireworks never really behaved as fireworks aught to--one time someone else's dog ran over to a lit firework trying to pick it up in her mouth, then knocked it over so that it shot into camp instead of over a lake, and an artillery shell shot past me (maybe five feet away) and exploded in a bush.
(Another time a firework just didn't shoot up like a firework should and exploded on the ground, nearly catching my dad's beard on fire.)
Also this year there were tiki torches. And a pirate flag. And a keg. (Neither the pirate flag nor the keg are new additions to camping, actually, sorry to lead you astray.)
My dog is one smart cookie. (It was raining (in the sunlight) (yeah that happens))
PIRATE FLAG. And the grill the menfolks kept using even though the dogs kept licking it clean (they maintain that fire burns off the dog spit, so it's sanitary. ...eh.)
Stuff you add to the fire that makes it burn pretty colors! Omg we are so hardcore at camping you guys.
Blueberry picking with a blueberry picker. I have no idea how anyone picks without them, i would be bored to tears. And have no blueberries.
Omnomnomnom...
This is camp from afar! Or ahill! Whichever.
I had fresh picked blueberry pancakes and you didn't thbbbbpt.
In other news, UGH, Suits is KILLING ME, I am in no way ready for this to be the last episode of the season ;________;