This weekend Nick, Mochi and I, went camping with Caresse, Tyler, Lisa, Sterling and Pico. Yeah, yeah…..I know…..I went camping. It was actually a lot of fun. It turns out that camping is way more fun than I had originally thought. The only camping I was familiar with, were Nick’s million mile hikes where everything has to fit in your backpack. This was CAR camping. You get to bring whatever you want!
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stayed at Pinecrest Lake outside Sonora. Caresse, Tyler, Nick and I left on Friday after work. We nearly ran out of gas – I think we were down to 2 miles before we finally found a gas station. And then we couldn’t find dinner. But we eventually made it to the campsite just in time to setup our tents and have a few smores.
stayed at Pinecrest Lake outside Sonora. Caresse, Tyler, Nick and I left on Friday after work. We nearly ran out of gas – I think we were down to 2 miles before we finally found a gas station. And then we couldn’t find dinner. But we eventually made it to the campsite just in time to setup our tents and have a few smores.
We spent Saturday at the lake. Pico was a champion swimmer! Mochi tried too. He would walk into the water up to his chest. Nick wanted to make him swim so he carried him into the water. I guess Mochi’s 6th sense kicked in…..he could “feel” the water and started paddling in mid air.
Nick finally dropped him in the water and he started swimming like a champ. He always b-lined for the shore, but at least he wasn’t a sinker.
Nick finally dropped him in the water and he started swimming like a champ. He always b-lined for the shore, but at least he wasn’t a sinker.
One little tid bit of info about Nick. He’s a flashlight nazi. I couldn’t find my flashlight before we left. He wasn’t helping at all and I was getting really frustrated. Then he says, “B, here’s the thing. When we were little, dad wouldn’t let us use the flashlights. He said our eyes would adjust. So it’s been ingrained in me since I was little.” I found the flashlight (And I used it). But don’t worry Steve, it doesn’t run off of batteries, it’s one of those windup kinds.