Camping was okay. The weather wasn't awful, it was fine. The kids got along okay, not great, just fine. I didn't do a great job planning meals, we didn't have a lot of money to work with and payday wasn't supposed to be until the day after we got home. I wanted to make sure we had money left over for any emergencies so I got some real cheezy food. Lot of hot dogs, top ramen salad, chips. Now I'm a little fatter than when I was last Friday. We stopped at the Heidleburger on the way out of Leavenworth and chowed down on their amazing cheeseburgers and onion rings on the drive home. Best meal of the weekend. I was a lot unhappy when I got on the scale this morning. Why won't those numbers ever just go down instead of up?
For some reason Mike always chooses to pick a fight with me when we are on a road trip. I'm sure it has something to do with a captive audience, and the fact that I tend to storm off when I'm just done with the conversation. It's hard to storm off when you are in a car going 65 mph. So, the trip started off less than peaceful. We got over it and moved on.
We did climb a mountain. Just steep and high enough to be exciting for the kids and not cause me to have a heart attack on account of my pesky fear of heights. We walked a lot, mostly since Elke refuses to poop anywhere near our campsite, which is nice of her but it's also annoying watching her pace around waiting for someone to walk her to the pooping hill. With all the gross people leftovers she eats while we are camping she becomes a very prolific pooper.
I'm looking forward to our next trip. Hopefully it will be a warmer, sunnier time and place. I'll be more creative with the camping food so I don't end up with a nasty food hangover.
I did read a great book on my Kindle, it's called In Zanesville, and is the story of a girl with a dysfunctional family growing up in the 70's. Sound familiar?
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