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9/16/2006

E I E I O

Last night's suburban camp out by the numbers:

  • 9 kids 8 and under.

  • 4 dads.

  • 4 tents.

  • 1 backyard.

  • 1 campfire (OK, a small grill.)

  • 25 hot dogs and 10 hamburgers.

  • 1 bag of large marshmallows.

  • 1 dozen Hershey bars.

  • 1 box of Graham Crackers.

  • 4 campfire songs.

  • 8:30 bedtime.

  • 54 degrees Fahrenheit.

  • 50 barking dogs.

  • 10,000,000 crickets.

  • A dozen "I'm scared"s

  • 300 mosquito bites.

  • 1 sleepless night.

  • 4 aching adult backs.

  • 9 kids who want to do this again next Friday.

    E I E I O.

    • posted by Shaun Groves @ 9/16/2006   8 comments

    8 Comments:

    Blogger Beth said...

    Sounds like everyone had a great time! Every Thanksgiving while I was growing up, we'd go camping with 2 other families from our church. My dad always insisted on the "wilderness" side of the camp. Basically just a wooded area next to a creek. No plumbing of any kind. We'd play in the creek, chase the other kids all over the place, try to stay away from snakes (cottonmouth water moccosins and rattlers abound in south FL.) and generally have a great time. My mother would roast a turkey in a charcoal pit, wash dishes in a bucket and tell my dad every year that "she was never doing this again!" I still get a Christmas card from those families every year.

    I went camping with my son last weekend for an Order of the Arrow (Boy Scouts' National Camping Honor Society) Fall Conclave. Since my husband is gone right now, I arranged for some friend to stay with our three girls and we headed out. It got down to about 38 degrees or so the first night and I was COLD in my tent! The second night wasn't as cold and I slept much better. We love to camp, even with the mosquitos, snakes, bugs, cold weather. I admit however to camping in places now that do at least have plumbing!

    Beth

    9/16/2006  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    From now on, when using a flash behind Brian...

    9/17/2006  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    That is too cool.
    Los

    9/17/2006  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    insect repellent.... $5
    campfire food..... $30
    Chiropractor visit afterward....$75
    having your kid want you back again......PRICELESS!


    Sounds like a lot of fun!

    9/17/2006  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    That is too cute!! Any scary ghost story's floating around at night? Weren't the crickets just so amazing?! I love that! I wanna go camping like that!!

    9/17/2006  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Hey!....what kind of guitar is that?

    9/18/2006  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Well, you moved around pretty good Sunday night (9/17) in Burlington, NC. No lasting back aches I hope. Thank you for a great time.

    9/18/2006  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    If you want to tell a scary story, tell them tales about the Chupacabra!! Worked on my kids when we went deer hunting in Uvalde, Tx.

    9/18/2006  

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