I decided it was the day to go home. Pat decided it was the day to go home. So we packed up. For the very first time he was done first. Course he only had his tent stuff to pack. I had tent stuff and cooking stuff and food. So he left before we did.
The littles had played in the river and were tired. One didn't even stay awake for the drive home and it was only one o'clock in the afternoon. I think this camping stuff still wears them out. And that is part of the plan. The rest is the memories. Even the little woman was happy this time. She made friends and didn't get hurt at all.
It was a great trip. Lonnie told me we could come out anytime we wanted to. Guess that means we are in now. We don't have to only come with Pat. I had an enjoyable afternoon listening to the talks going on. Conversed with Hugh a couple of different times. He is a character. Well honestly most of the people we camp with there are characters. A lot of bikers.
Good to be home and to know I am sleeping in my own bed and hopefully by myself. But Daddy isn't here to enforce that rule so we shall see.
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