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.