It has taken this long to recover from my 4th of July vacation.
Sure I had fun.
Chasing the torrid trio.
And the daring duo.
No running water.
Mosquitoes.
Mice under the tent.
Picking stacks of wipes out of the port-a-potty.
Crabby campers.
Sunburn.
Ticks.
Hail the size of marbles.
Stomach flu.
27 kids, half of them under 10.
Sisters, cousins, brothers in law.
Old, dusty childhood memories.
Watermelon.
Fireworks.
Marshmallows.
Campfire and dutch oven rolls.
How could it not be fun?
