Mini Lilypad – Memorial Day Weekend

The park where we camped with my husband’s family was three hours’ drive into the mountains. We took the fun pickup truck which we rarely drive anymore because of gas prices. Still – how can you not take the pickup camping?? Tent, cooler, sleeping bags tossed in the bed, windows flung open, the wind in your hair? All we lacked was a mangy dog in the back.

We were warmly greeted by the Professor’s family – the most excited member of which was the panting American Eskimo Spitz, Koa. She’s a big white extremely energetic fluff ball, and whenever she comes camping with us she turns into a big gray extremely energetic fluff ball decorated with sticks and leaves. Her “mom” just sighs and says “that’s what groomers are for.”

So we set up camp – we cooked our meals – we made fires – we hiked to a beautiful waterfall area, being dragged the whole way by the gray burr-covered pup in front of us. We drank beer by the fire and roasted marshmallows, and it was a wonderful, outdoorsy, relaxing weekend. Until we arrived home to the Laundry Mountain and the Needy Whiny Cat, when it was back to business.