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Holiday Camping

For the last few years on the 4th of July we've gone to a small, private campground not too far from home. The park is rather secluded in a very, very small town; the only thing worth visiting outside the campground is a small ice cream store.

Inside the park there's a pond. One end of the pond has been dredged up and made pretty with sand. There's a dock the teenagers can swim out to and a couple of inflatable slides for kids of all ages. Behind the beach is a volleyball pit. Across a small road there's a field where the overly enthusiastic and energized can play baseball or soccer. There's also a rather pitiful mini-golf course and a decent basketball court. A little ways down from these attractions are a series of horseshoe pits and a playground for the little ones. For the frog hunter in your life, there's also a small back pond on the other side of the campground where slimy green friends wait to be captured by little boys with nets.

Since it was the 4th of July weekend there was also a parade. One of my favorite pictures is of my son throwing himself - literally - onto the ground for the candy that was tossed our way. You'd think he was trying to beat a mob of candy-crazed kids to the roadside, but that wasn't the case at all. He was the only kid at our lot, which made every handful his by default. I have no idea what he was thinking when he went airborne...but I'm glad I caught him in midair!


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