Camping, Part 1

Well, camping this weekend was quite an experience. E and StB, you sure missed some excitement.... and no it was not hubby drinking almost the whole bottle of Captain's.

The weekend started off rather ordinary. We got up there on Friday afternoon and got settled in. The beer was flowing and poker was the name of the game. We had a nice game with the 10 of us playing and fun was had by all. We topped off the nite with a little trivia and some rain and some goof playing the bongos (aka Bongo boy).

Saturday, had hubby and I up kinda early. In our camper the beds are full size on both sides. Because we are both used to sleeping in a king bed we end up sleeping in our own beds when we camp. I awoke earlier than hubby did and rolled over.. and there is was!! RJ was standing at attention, poking his head from out of the leg opening of hubby's boxers. Of course it was my wifely duty to go take care of it. Which I did. After that we went on a bike ride around the lake and into Stoughton. We rode past the area that about a year ago was flattened by a tornado. What a nice job that was done rebuilding those houses. Considering that these people got no federal aid due to hurricane Katrina that hit two weeks later. Most of the homes were all rebuilt and people were starting on some landscaping. It still looked strange to see the older trees sheared off about 20 feet from the ground. On our way back we ran into a bit of rain and accumulated another Jack and Coke credit for later.

The afternoon , had us heading to the park/beach area for some bocce ball and a new toy, Helicopter man. Hubby proceeded to put the helicopter on top of the toilet house on his first try. Great. But Richard came to the rescue. Using his fishing pole, he was able to save the Helicopter from a life stranded on the toilet house. Unfortunately, that would be the most that Richard caught that day as the fishing was not so good. Storm clouds rolled in and we headed back to camp for a yummy BBQ rib dinner (great job, K). On the way back to camp, the couple across from us had asked where everyone was going in such a hurry. We told him (we now find out that he was bongo boy) that some storms were heading our way and we did not want to be out in it. Bongo boy and his lady were a bit odd at this point but, hey, to each his own...

Due to the time being late this evening and my ass is dragging ,part 2 will be updated tomorrow. Please check back for more then....


I have to post this Zob as I think it was fitting as we spent the weekend with some of our favorite friends.

ZOBMONDO!!

Would you rather....

Be stranded on an island for two years with twenty friends of your choice

----OR----

with a group of twenty famous people of your choosing?

I am going with my friends. We have an awesome group of friends and a few of them are very McGyver like and would be able to fashion anything we needed from whatever was found on the island to make the two years be much more comfortable.