The River

We went camping at Hootentown on the James River, with cousins and friends. The river water was cold. I expected to see ice cubes floating by as I waded painfully into the water. But I figured it was OK – either I’d get used to it or I’d just spend the whole time floating on my inner tube. Then someone saw a snake or two in the water. I love the water, so I thought, Well, we can just stay away from the snakes. But when my niece found a leech, I said, “That’s it. I’m done swimming.”

The camp bathroom was so dirty that it needed to be burned down. And that’s all I want to say about that.

At the river I heard my first cry of, “Geez, Mom, you’re embarrassing me.” “Well, I’m sorry if you’re embarrassed, but I can’t help screaming when my bike hits an unexpected sand pit.”

But in spite of all that, we had a great time. The weather was perfect for being outdoors, where I feel most relaxed. Taking the kids to the river is starting to be a fun tradition. I’m grateful to the friends who organized it.

Roman on the way home from camping

Roman on the way home from camping; This guy has never been a napper, but he was wiped out!

the four camping

Cousin time

 

Blanca's marshmallow barette

Blanca wore a marshmallow barrette and a marshmallow beard and mustache after eating her roasted marshmallow.

Roman and the Saint Bernard

This dog smelled our cooking and decided to camp with us. Roman bonded with him, and decided he was going to get a Saint Bernard of his own. (Oh, really?)

 

Roman in the innertube

My handsome surfer dude

Julian celebrating in the water

Julian looks like he’s just been baptized, but he was just having fun.

Rick pulling Roman in the innertube

This is the way Roman likes it.