As I have mentioned before, camping is not our ideal vacation here in Sluiter Nation. We enjoy air conditioning, a real bed, a private bathroom. I know...it's asking a lot. I just like to feel rested and clean when I go away...not like a bug-bitten, squirrely-haired, greasey-faced hot mess.
However...each year Cort's mom and stepdad take all of us "kids" up north to tent camp and canoe. They all really enjoy camping and we don't want to be the lame-o party poopers who don't go. Plus? Cort's side of the family? Oh they bring the fun. So I complain for a few days, but I pack it up and head in to the wilderness. We DID get a new tent this year (thanks, Lynne!!!) so we weren't in a little pup tent. That was a BIG plus.
Especially because Friday night? It rained sheets down upon us. Buckets and sheets and cats and dogs. Saturday morning it was still pouring. That of course meant that our trip to the bathroom equaled muddy flip flops and gross toes. And it meant no hobo pies for breakfast.
Since it was so rainy and gross, we were sort of thinking we wouldn't be able to canoe until at least noon. So we were all just lazing around. Around 10:15am we got word that we would be canoeing at 10:30! The mad scramble to get all canoe-ready began.
All ten of us got on the river around 11:00am. We were told it was a three hour paddle. But wait...who paddles?
As if I wasn't already a big steaming hot mess after a rainy night in a tent, nasty feet from muddy flip flops, and no make-up, it was about to get much worse.
Everyone took turns "launching" their canoes. I sad in the front of ours patiently waiting for Tom and Kristin to get their canoe off and floating. I was sitting there minding my own business when...SPLASH! I was gasping for breath as I came up from the bottom of the river!
Apparently, my superman of a husband thought he could shove us off and leap into our canoe all while not telling me what he was doing. Um, no. Now I was completely soaked, my leg was scraped up, and I had a bruised hand. Even hotter mess than before. But after I rung out my tank top and bandanna, I was in good spirits again!
There was lots more fun on the river. Mom and Ray tipped in their canoe. Cody and Liz tipped in their canoe (and then MacKenzie and Dave dragged Liz down the river until Cody could get the water out of the canoe and pick her up). There were millions of turtle-sightings and even more laughs and jokes.
And aside from a brief panic attack on my part Saturday night (we had no phone service and I couldn't call to check on Eddie. Plus I mixed anti-depressants and some booze. not good. lesson learned), the weekend was very fun! I was proud of myself from changing my attitude from angerball to happy pants.
And as it turned out? Eddie had a GREAT time at my parents' house! He was back to his old funny, silly, happy self when we picked him up Sunday morning. Go figure. I freaked out for nothing. What else is new?