Fun times this past weekend with the Browns and Pecauts, Bobby's sister Meghan included. Everyone graciously put up with my screaming child who appeared to be terrified of our tent, and who liked to wander off into the woods or nearest campsite on his own, requiring constant chasing after. But whiney attitudes aside, on all the Moseleys' parts, it was a great trip.
Think bouldering on the beach and rock-climbing wifeys and children eating sand and banana slugs in sleeping bags and big blue balls and over-priced graham crackers and spider horror stories and a huge metal duck and more redneck hicks than anyone would know what to do with. Other than round them up for a salmon and flower-salad dinner and watch them dance to harmonica music, wine coolers in hand.
My highlight this weekend, though? Actually rock-climbing for the very first time. I don't have climbing shoes so I haven't even tried scaling the wall in our backyard. But Candace had an extra pair and since we both have equally large feet, I no longer had an excuse to stay grounded. I climbed probably the easiest boulder ever, but that feeling of reaching the top and knowing that your own strength and endurance got you there is quite the high. I get it, Billy.
What say we do this again next year? Anyone else care to join in? Really, the prancing country-folk and sandy diapers are something you just have to see for yourself.
3 comments:
Adorable pics, looks like you had a lot of fun :)
I love all the pictures of little Mo. We for sure have to do it again. Maybe we can get a bunch more people next year.
All the pictures on the beach look so beautiful. I love the one of Marty falling asleep on your head. So sweet. Thanks for coming over last night it was fun.
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