Packard Creek Camping Trip

Ahhhh, do you hear that? Hmmm, I hear a dishwasher running, a dryer humming, a washer spinning, and Rich Mullins singing, "Alrightokuhuhamen" - and, that's it....... No kids arguing, phones ringing, or voices talking......a very blessed thing. John did indeed take the kids to the reunion picnic by himself today (is he a saint or what?) and I am here "catching up" in so many more ways than one. Now, if only I could do something about the puffy eyes and pretty intense neck pain right now I'd being doing super-

Our camping trip ended up being more therapeutic than I originally estimated. It didn't look like that from the start, though, - at 2am Friday morning as my air mattress had deflated and the chirping of the birds had me falsely believing that it was nearly dawn I was really wondering what about camping has any lure to me. But, it does - and it was a great weekend. In fact, our annual trip to East Lake now looks like it's been converted to an annual trip to this campsite at Hills Creek. I can't say that I'm on board with that idea one hundred percent (I am still a bit of a camping purist to want to leave the ski boats behind), but I'm willing to concede to the majority and it is certainly a fun enough event to be repeated annually.

Here's a pic of the group campsight - after we'd removed all of our tents and stuff-


About a third of the group piled onto Randy and Nancy's boat-


Mom and Dad being the faithful pullers of the big intertube - aka, being captains of the "kid boat"- Thanks!!!!!!!!


Watching Michele ski - get comfortable, she loves to ski and ski and ski and ski.......... =)


I thought this was precious, Mikayla was giving Travis a "massage" by petting his back after he wakeboarded-


I hope you all have had a fantastic weekend. I've got losts of blog posts to catch up on, so I'll try and do better about getting something up daily for a while.......