Thanks for your well-wishes, oh friends and blog-readers! Camping was a great decision (even though I didn’t have time to clean my shower this weekend. Small matters).
We arrived on Friday, after having gotten ourselves lost not once but twice. We being my sister and I. We drove into the campsites in her car, scanning for our spot. There were a half-dozen biker guys complete with facial hair, cut-off sleeves and a roaring fire…in our campsite.
Christine was like, “Go tell them that that’s our campsite.”
And I was like, “NO WAY I’M TELLING THEM ANYTHING!”
Christine: “You have to! Go! Be brave!”
So I collected my courage, left the car, and said, “Hi, um, I think you’re, um, in our spot.”
And they pulled out a map and realized that they were in our spot.
But instead we just decided to swap spots for the night.
I mean, they were already settled…plus they were making their food in the fire.
They were nice guys, though! Plus, their shirts were Jesus-biker shirts…so I wasn’t all that scared in the end.
We ate guacamole for dinner (true story), took a night hike, and woke up at 3:00 a.m. to watch the meteor shower. Four shooting stars in seven minutes! We decided that was adequate and went back to bed.
On Saturday Christine went to soccer and I took an eleven mile hike to cope with my Camino withdrawal. The halfway point was the Discovery Center…and I discovered so many things!
Lest you think it was all fun and no games: false. We also slept a lot like the old women we are. And we ate a lot.
We are basically the champions of napping and eating.
You can’t hold us down.
You can’t stop us.
We are Nell and Ceebs and we currently hold the record for camp-napping and eating.