Camping

We just got back from a five day camping trip to Sagehen reservoir. We had a great time. Kayaking, rafting, fishing, reading, hiking (8-9 miles one day) napping, eating dutch oven and lots of yummy snacks, visiting with Kevin's family. OK, I have to admit, I'd rather eat rocks than a sleep in a tent. I was very anxious to get home to a shower and my tempurpedic mattress. I wasn't kidding though when I said we had a great time. I found out Listerine is the best mosquito repellent for our campground than anything we've ever tried. No joke!

I've been needing to update and have quite a few funny stories I was going to choose from, then, while camping my girls cracked me up so here it is.

Kevin and I were setting up our tent and McKenna and Jaide went down to the dock to look at the lake. A man was there fishing, so obviously my attention was split between getting camp set up and watching some stranger with my girls. I watched them talk to each other. He seemed harmless. In all honesty, I was more worried that they'd bother him than the other way around. Eventually, he left. As he walked by our camp spot I yelled to him that I hoped they hadn't chased him off. He chuckled and made some comment about them talking a lot but that they were just fine. Finally, the girls came running back. I have to do an insert in my story...my girls are so different. Jessica runs like a track star-with all her might, arms in the L position, hands pressed into fists, giving it all she has, and she's quick. McKenna is prissy. She runs with her arms straight down bent at the wrists palms down, arms barely moving. We were laughing at the difference). Ok- I'm getting back on track now. Before I had a chance to ask them what they were talking to the man about Jaide yelled, "He's pretty nice for a Catholic." I about died. I asked how that came about. Evidently, McKenna introduced them saying, "Hi, I'm McKenna and this is Jessica, we're Mormon, what are you? Needless to say, we had to have a little talk. It must not have worked very well though. A couple nights later, while sitting in my sister in law, Rashelle's camp, Jaide looked up to see the same gentleman walking past her camp. She said there's that Catholic guy." Kevin did the talking to this time. It must have worked because after that he was referred to as the "nice guy."