This was *suppose* to be a Cub Scout Camping Weekend. Otto and I only had the youngest Caterpillar, and we were going into the wild outdoors. Tent camping, just the three of us. This would be Went’s 4th camping trip, so he’s an experienced Camper. We arrived, set up our tent and managed to help Quilting Bee, before nightfall! (Quilting Bee was making chicken pot pie from scratch in the Dutch Oven.)
At some point in time, during dinner, tragedy began to strike and it went downhill:
1) None of my 3rd grade boys showed up. Not a single one. Now, I don’t have a Cub Scout myself, so I was basically here for my 3rd graders. Of which there were none.
2) Went began being fussy. His temp was about 99.5 degrees. And we were out of Tylenol.
3) I decided to be “helpful”. I was lifting boxes and placing them in our trailer for the night. By box 6, I figured the trailer must be weighted down. It wasn’t. As I placed the large box of produce in the trailer, the entire thing pivoted on the two-wheeled axle and crushed my right foot. Then it sat there. (I have a VERY ugly set of toes…) I spent the next hour sitting in a chair, iced up, passing out marshmallows for s’mores.
4) Otto and I were in charge of Sasquatch – the 2 mile hike. Yay. I did it, with my lame foot. Twasn’t fun, but it got done.
Leading the Hike. It was delightful. (No, really, I love this campground! Just wish I had not been limping!)
5) Went’s fever did not break. It rose. To over 100 degrees, and he was NOT happy. 😦
So, after our Sasquatch hike on Saturday, we packed up and said goodbye. I hated not camping, but if nothing else, we needed medicine for the little one.
But – I HIKED!
~Mummy Butterfly )i(