I leave to go camping tomorrow morning and I'm going to eat so many twizzlers and marsh mellows and it's going to be amazing. I've been going to the same campground for over ten years. I have a lot of fun camping memories.
+ Getting stuck in the mud and losing my shoes
+ Getting stuck in a hammock
+ Getting ready for the campground dance to impress all the boys
+ Drinking too much sambuca and insisting I saw predator in the woods. But don't worry, he didn't attack me because I was unarmed and alone (I'm such a nerd even when intoxicated)
+ Finding baby mice under a canoe and making them a little home in a box
I'm seeing a theme of my getting stuck in things here. But to be fair I got stuck in the hammock because Dave flipped me over in it and I had my hands and feet intertwined in the rope. This left me stuck face down about an inch above the ground which had Dave in hysterics and me yelling that I was stuck.
Expect lots of pictures and possibly a "Ginny got stuck" story when I return.