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What a weekend..

It's amazing how fast a three day weekend can disappear. I feel as if I hardly had a moment to sit down and relax. Maybe that's because I didn't. Not until the evening bonfire that is. I guess that's one of the joys of camping with friends and family over a holiday weekend. There's always something to do or somewhere to be!

We camped at a nearby reservoir, which is always a lot of fun. The hubby and his best friend took the boys fishing. Later, after the weather decided to cooperate, there was tubing and swimming to be done. While there's a nice public beach within walking distance of the campground, we always try to snag one of the little sandy coves along the shoreline. The privacy is nice, but even better is the fact that you can drive the boat close to shore. The only downside is the dramatic drop-off that usually comes a few feet away from the beach. Drop-offs make mommies nervous.

In addition to the fishing and tubing, there were a couple of poker games. I didn't play, though, because of time constraints. In the middle of the first game I left to go to softball practice - my family is playing (just for fun) in a double-elimination tournament next weekend. The second poker game was held while I was off with the kids watching fireworks in a nearby town.

The fireworks were a bit of a surprise. The last time Ken and I took the kids to see fireworks the show was okay, but there wasn't really anything going on. The only draw had been the fireworks. That's not the case anymore. The town put on quite a shindig. There was a live band. Souvenirs. Bouncy houses. A rock climbing wall. Face painting and airbrushed tattoos. It was surprising, but expensive. Luckily, I had a bit of cash on me so I didn't have to tell the kids no every five seconds. Only every ten or fifteen!

After fireworks we returned to the campground for 'smores and sparklers. As I was walking my youngest back to the camper after all the festivities, he informed me "This was my best day ever, mom. I went tubing, saw fireworks, got a souvenir, ate 'smores, and did sparklers."

Hm. And here I thought visiting the parks at Disney last year had been something!

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  1. It is amazing what the kids remember as being "the best day". I'm glad you had a good weekend :)

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