Camping Bits and Bobs

The little woman and I ventured to the store we were in last year.  The one where she sliced open her fingers and got eight stitches.  This time she wanted me to see if the shelves still had sharp edges.  Yes, yes the do.  She took my word for it.  We managed to make our purchases without any mishaps.  

Then we had to stop at the ranger station to pay our extra vehicle fee.  The ranger remembered us from last year when I commented this year was going much better than last year.  I didn't remember him exactly, but I thanked him for his great directions last year to the Aberdeen hospital.  I was just a little preoccupied last year.  

Then she did cut her finger at camp.  Lots of blood, but not enough of a cut for stitches.  Thank God.  I am hoping for her never having stitches again in her lifetime.  So is she.  Good thing I grabbed the band aids at the last minute.  

Next year we are talking about checking out the little bungalows at Westport.  We will see.