Ooga Booga!

Camping this weekend equaled=

-rain. Lots and lots of rain.
-having music wars with our neighbours who played loud rap. We beat them with our dance mix 95.
-swimming in my clothing on the first day... with my car keys in my pocket. brr.
-driving in the old pickup truck. wow.
-rain.
-eating hotdogs. mmm.
-raccoons.
-yoga/ballet/football on the beach
-group swim
-scaring children out of our "backyard" by Scott saying "Ooga Booga".
-swimming again. brrr.
-hanging things out to "dry".
-chilling.
-rain
-quitters.
-a tent door left open in the storm (so, no blankets or pillows)
-picnic in the back of the jeep, in which Tia smacked her head, we discussed the possibilities of dinosaurs at the park, we used carrot sticks as knifes, we recounted last years camping stories (naked party and power outages)
-singing with another campsite... one word at a time
-sword fighting to the score of Pirates with tongs.
-skipping rocks
-exploring

Too many people and too much rain, left us in for a very cold and wet but awesome, awesome last night. I love camping.