Oh, well. This looks all jacked up, but I tried to do it differently this time and naturally, I goofed. Here are some of the pics I took while camping on up at Riggs Lake…I swear, if Mr. B had any idea of what heaven looks like, this is it to him. He got out of the car and DID NOT STOP until we put him to bed. It was great!
There’s Gila Man, Mr. B. and I, all sitting on a log in the shade after enjoying breakfast, and on the rock is “Iron Will” (in Pink) as I will call her, because that’s what she has (I would love to watch someone try to take candy from THIS baby!!). She’s 6 months younger than Mr. B, but can still kick his tush. Noah was trying will all his might to get in the lovely lake of murkey water, but had to be accompanied by Dad, which spoiled all his fun. We did let him play in the tub of water next to the fire that night, as he was coated in dirt and tree sap from running amok with the other children that arrived that day.
Oh, yes. The children. Remember how I had stated that the twin sister was coming up who had 4 kids under the age of 7? Well, I was wrong…SOOOOO WRONG. She also brought her cousin who had 3 kids – and they are all under the age of 5. No, really. I’m not kidding!!! That made a total of 9 children under the age of 5 running around in the woods and trying to sneak down to the lake and throwing weeds in the fire & therefore making a thick, stinky, smoke and drinking half a pop and spilling the rest so we were attacked by ants and gnats, and screaming bloody murder whenever someone tried to prevent them from climbing down the 5 ft stone wall encircling our campsite. The twin also brought her dog that HATES her brother’s dog so we had the little weiner dogs barking and nipping and whining at our feet for hours.
I guess I have to admit that I’m a little bit of a control freak. Gila Man says “You’re just a little bit compulisive, sweetie.” Is there such a thing as a little bit compulisive? I doubt it, but if so, that gives me hope. This situation was competely out of my hands. It was hard for me to deal with. We (by “we”, of course, I mean “I”) dealt with it by going on long, leisurly walks together, just the three of us. Holding hands, enjoying the smell of the forest, watching Mr. B. get totally and completely exhausted so he would take a 3 hour nap when we returned. It was very nice.
Also got a little fishing in too. Caught 2 brown trout, but gave them to someone who had already caught 2, as the cleaning station was closed and it just wasn’t worth the hassle. That was our trip, but there’s more to come of course. That was just a quick overview. I’m just recovering enough to post this and recount it for ya’ll.