Camping

Another camping trip with the Fisher's has come and gone, and despite the near-freezing temperatures, it was really fun.

The huge fire was fed constantly, and we were never far from a decent outhouse. The backwoods ravine was always fun (and slightly dangerous) to play in, and we brought our brand-new football to pass the time.

Of course, a camping trip is never complete without roasting marshmallows. We sang campfire songs, passed around a can of Pringle's, and succeeded in burning most of our marshmallows.

At around 11:00, we would brush our teeth, zip up the tent, and huddle together under a gigantic gush blanket. We could practically see our breath inside the tent, and the sticks, acorns, and rocks underneath the thin layer of tarp only added to the uncomfortableness.

Somehow, we made it through those long, cold nights, and woke to a delicious breakfast of pancakes, sausage, and fruit, courtesy of Mr. Fisher.

Our nature hike was reminiscent of Lord of the Rings, and we even spotted two deer, fleeing from our raucousness.

This trip was probably our best yet, and I can't wait until next year's!