Thursday afternoon we made it back from camping; and it was the best camping trip ever. We went a day longer than normal;no one got mad, no one killed anyone, and I did not even get pissed.
Last Friday we got back from California around 7. Boomer was going to pick us up, but his dad was down in Chicago anyways so he grabbed us. We ended up getting home and sleeping for a good long time. The rest of that weekend was running around getting prepared for camping.
It only rained once, and it was at night. Not even too bad of a storm. Pulled off about seven miles of hiking, roughly over one of those miles was steep rock steps. Go us.
Now it has just been trying to relax and get back to normal life. It has been over two weeks since life was plain. Next Friday I get my wisdom teeth taken out. Woohoo. So excited. Not.
