Born 2 Fish
I'D RATHER BE FISHING.
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Denise...what would I do without you???? I just ordered one for Gina, THANKS!!!!![]()
Brownie points? Bike?

That's me>>>>>Denise
Denise...what would I do without you???? I just ordered one for Gina, THANKS!!!!![]()
Brownie points? Bike?
That's me>>>>>Denise
The average American meal travels 1500 miles to get from the farm to your table.
So plant a garden today, food hates to travel,,
and besides, sometimes the tomatos tends to get car sick.
The first camping weekend of the season. Dang that felt good!![]()
Where did you go?
Next door, to a city park area. It has a few ball fields, the CG, a marina with access to the Missouri River, and a boat ramp. Kind of a hole in the wall, but they keep it up pretty well, and it has a couple of playgrounds, plenty of bike riding, and the kids like to climb the rocks by the river and watch people put boats in and out of the water.
The weather was perfect and the kids had other kids to play with, and the CG wasn't full. What a good way to start the season. This was also the first place we went after we bought the trailer. I even managed to reserve the same site.
Next door, to a city park area. It has a few ball fields, the CG, a marina with access to the Missouri River, and a boat ramp. Kind of a hole in the wall, but they keep it up pretty well, and it has a couple of playgrounds, plenty of bike riding, and the kids like to climb the rocks by the river and watch people put boats in and out of the water.
The weather was perfect and the kids had other kids to play with, and the CG wasn't full. What a good way to start the season. This was also the first place we went after we bought the trailer. I even managed to reserve the same site.
Sounds like you had a great time. That's what counts, right? So do we get at trip report?![]()
And a beer.
Hmm, a trip report. Let's see, me with 5 kids (my 3, and 2 of them brought friends) and 2 dogs. DW had to work Fri-Sat at job #2, which used to be job #1, but is now the moonlighting, except for this month during the transition so she doesn't lose benefits.
Had an out of town run for work all day Friday, in the wrong direction, of course. Coming back home, getting b****ed at by a patient for things that are his own fault, when I realized that I took the wrong vehicle that morning (who the heck can discern differences in vehicles at 5:30 am?). Of course, I'm in a rental, but I left the little fella at Budget. How the heck am I gonna tow the TT using a mini SUV with no hitch and 22 gerbils under the hood? Hung up on the patient, began to b**ch myself out for that one. Now I gotta turn in the rental, then drive downtown to the hospital, find where DW parked the truck, and switch vehicles. There goes another hour down the poop shoot.
Had to go grocery shopping on the way home, finally in the right tow vehicle (not mine, I didn't want to waste all that time looking in the hospital's parking garage, so I stole the first nice 1/2 ton I found). Got home, and discovered the kids were home from school and busily preparing for the big weekend by gluing their eyeballs to the TV.
Got the kids out of the living room, they started watching the TV downstairs. Got them out of that room, got their clothes into the TT. Only took 27 trips, but I got it all in there. As an added bonus I also remembered the food. Loaded kids, loaded dogs, hooked up the TT. Forgot to attach the mirror extensions. Kinda hard to drive when all I see is the front corner of the TT.
Got to the CG 2 hours later than planned. Actually 2 months later than planned, but that's Winter for ya. The kids jumped out and began to help make camp by running off to the playground. I discovered that I forgot the hot dogs. Oops, almost had to serve them mustard on a bun for supper, but I had packed some brats, too. Darned kids, ate all my brats. I had mustard on a bun- with relish. And a beer.
Stupid dog grew out of her kennel this Winter. You know, the one that fit in the TT. Since I didn't think that the larger one would fit, I tried to have her sleep on the floor by my bed. Worked like a charm, if the charm is one of those voodoo symbols that causes death and sterility in all your future generations. Danged dog never did sleep. Neither did I. Lesson learned- always have a piece of 2x4 under your bed in the camper, you never know when the dog may need a little application to help her sleep.
Got up the next day, went to put aforementioned dog on her tie-out, discovered she had broken the clip off one end. She didn't even realize it wasn't tied on that end, kept walking in a circle defined by the theoretical distance of the tie-out. Drive back home, get the other tie-out from the backyard- and DD's pillow, DS's meds, and an IPOD that was considered irreplacable. Forgot the danged hot dogs again.
Went back and made an outstanding camping breakfast- at 11:45. At least it saved having to make lunch. Played with the kids at the playground. Played with the kids on the rocks along the river. Watched people put boats in and out of the water. Listened to DS advise the boat owners to drive real fast, but try not to hit the bridge up the river a bit. Always good to help out those boat owners, you know. One of them even waved as he headed off up the river, but for some reason he didn't use his whole hand. Odd gesture, must have been from some other culture. It's good to expose the kids to other cultures and norms.
Went back to camp. Made campfire pizzas in the cast-iron skillet. Well, the fire ring didn't have a grate, so I made them on the Coleman grill. I called them campfire pizzas anyway. I made 'em, I can name 'em. Next time I'll look for a smaller size of crust. Hard to cook a 12" crust in a 10" skillet. Made the kids eat 'em anyway, and made them promise to tell everyone they tasted great.
Put everyone to bed promptly, somewhere this side of midnight (this is later than then, remember). Found a way for the larger kennel to fit, so the dog actually slept. So did I, finally. Got up Sunday, gave grace that nobody killed anyone all weekend. The kids jumped out of bed and proceeded to help break camp by running to the playground. I threw everything into the TT and slammed to door quick. Lashed the dog to the rear bumper so that the State Troopers would look the other way.
Tried to drive out of the CG, but the kids spotted me and chased me down the road. I would have made it, if not for the line at the dump station. Lashed them next to the dog so I'd have some peace and quiet in the truck. Came home, cleaned out, restocked, and put the TT back in storage. Ditched the truck in a bad part of town and took a cab home.
Now, when do I get to go out again?![]()