Camp trip #3 was relaxing, quiet, and scenic with intermittent chilly or perfect camping weather. We went to a new place we had scoped out years ago, and bingo, it was a hit. There were 45 camp spots in this campground, and for the first 24 hours Mike and I were the only two humans in it. The only other critters besides us were the birds and the cute baby ground squirrels. Mike got in some reading time, I got in some photo time.
It was the next 48 hours that things really picked up speed because that’s when the next three humans came into the camp — our daughter, Megan, Robby, and Sweet Sydney. (I’ll just say it now that by the time we left Sunday, there was only a total of four other camp sites in use. Yes, grrreat weekend.) When Sydney arrived I immediately commented on a new scratch below her ear, on her cheek, and under her nose. The kids moved home from Hawaii just over two months ago and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Syd without a scrape, cut, or bruise — new or old. The child is just accident prone — no other way to say it — and yes, she is watched all the time. This weekend was no exception. Within hours she took a tumble on the rocks onto her eye, fell off the trailer house stairs scratching her head under her bang line, then bounced and hit her forehead on the table inside the trailer. There are initial tears, but then she’s off with the shake of her mother’s head and the quiet words “we’ll be making a hospital trip before this weekend is over” nervously falling off her breath. Well, luckily that didn’t happen, but here is the outcome of Syd’s camp trip. When Syd looks in the mirror she is so cute by saying “owie, owie, owie, owie.”
Next is Sammy, our (currently dirty) 9-1/2-year-old Golden Retriever who was diagnosed with bone cancer over two years ago and was given a few months to live. We never told her she was sick, and if you saw her run, fetch, dig, and swim, you would know she isn’t dead and has no plans of dying anytime soon. She is not on any medication of any kind, and besides the normal aches and pains after that much activity, she is doing great. A hundred times this weekend we heard Syd saying “Nam-maw” or sometimes “Nammie” which I of course proudly thought was her way of saying “Gramma” (except that she never looked at me when she said it) only to finally realize it was her word for Sammy who her world revolved around this weekend. Her word for me? “Rodgie.” Don’t ask because I wouldn’t have an answer anyway. Kids.
Sammy stood watch over several holes near our camp site. When she was tied up, this is what would pop out.
There was a little sandy island down by the water that Sydney just loved. While the guys golfed in Cascade, Meg and I took Syd and Sammy down there. She threw rocks and sand for Sammy to fetch and kept inching her way closer and closer to the “wa wa” which she has a huge fascination of. She loved the sand and ocean of Hawaii and wants to go right into any water she sees no matter if it’s a raging river or a cold lake. She will sometimes lie down on her belly in the sand just to feel it beneath her.
The weather was in the low 60’s but the winds were calm so it felt warm. After countless requests to keep her out (determination is her middle name), her good mom finally caved, striped her down and let her play at the water’s edge. The fearless girl was in “wa wa” heaven, never complaining once about the cold, but instead splashing and giggling with glee. If you look at the background, you can see the mountains still have a fair amount of snow on them so you know this water was cold!
The trip was fun, and we had lots of laughs. I could go on and on with this post, but have another post to get going on … Megan and Robby’s family portraits that I took the morning we left for camping. Good thing I didn’t do it after our camp trip or there would have been a whole lot more editing going on. Still, this little banged up face is a happy one even if it does have an owie” or two.