Camping With Our Small Group

We left this past Thursday for yet another camping trip. This one was with our small group from church at a private camp site. There were five families that enjoyed the great chilly outdoors. The weather for the most part was partly sunny with a smattering of rain here and there but it was quite cool during the day and downright cold at night.

We ate all our meals together under the pavilion, played cards (I even learned how to play euchre!), and watched the children play on the mountain of dirt. Some went fishing, shot skeet, played their guitar and we even did an experiment that included a bottle of diet coke and mentos. We canceled the trip to the beach due to the north wind blowing in the cold front. We took turns sweeping and mopping to keep the place clean. Our Kara decided to add her help in making footprints with her dirty little feet on a newly mopped floor....

One of the families brought their fluffy white dog named Lightning. Kara took a liking to him instantly. She followed him (or should I say she stalked him day and night) around waving at him while saying 'hi there'. She pounded on him, laid on him, tried to crawl over him and even brought him some of his dog treats. Of course, she had to taste it first before her Mother flew over the picnic tables to get to her before she put it in her mouth. Blehhhh.....

Then there was poor little Aaron who was deathly afraid of Lightning. He didn't like him from the start. He stayed far, far away away from the dog making wide, wide circles to go around him. From the moment Lightning arrived, Aaron asked to go home. He didn't like that dog, he said. He clung to his parents for most of the weekend while everyone told him that he didn't have a thing to worry about because Lightning was a nice dog. Lightning was NOT a nice dog, he said.

After the close of our weekend and we arrived home once again, Aaron was once again smiling. I like my home, there's NO dog, he said.