It turns out that taking the kids into the wild for the weekend was a good idea. The weather was gorgeous, and there were plenty of rocks and hickory nuts to throw, as well as sticks to beat each other with. If you have ever camped with boys, you know they ask for very little else when in the woods, except maybe for marshmallows, which are all of 79 cents a bag.
Highlights of the trip:
1. Our redneck neighbors, who drank Coors Light (or was it Michelob Light) and talked too loudly about hunting deer right up until quiet time at 11 pm. They arrived in an RV, which should have been our first clue. More than one member of the party was wearing hunting camo, which should have been our next clue.
2. Our redneck neighbors blaring "Knocking on Heaven's Door" after quiet time. Thank goodness they only turned it up for the best part.
3. One of our redneck neighbors decided his buddies were being too loud, and took it upon himself to quiet them by shouting, "Shut UP, you retards!" This happened more than once. The retards did not shut up, so we consoled ourselves by considering waking them in the morning with a friendly and helpful, "Wake UP, you retards!"
4. The brainless armadillo who wandered into our campsite on Saturday evening, and then couldn't seem to find his way out. Actually, I believe there was more than one brainless armadillo. They're probably still stuck there.
I didn't realize until just now what a pivotal role our redneck neighbors played this weekend. I suppose I should thank them, except I'm too busy trying to get "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" out of my head. It was nice, however, to get out of the house and into the open air, and to remember that life does go on without a computer and a television. Gus came home with a load of hickory nuts and a cold, and Will asked me on the drive home if we could go caming again "right now." I managed to talk him into "later."
Since I quit the Army, camping isn't really my "thing," but I can't wait to do this again. After we get a bigger tent, of course.
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