Camping
We went camping this weekend. Deer Creek was full so we went to Paint Creek. With Claire at grandma’s, Chris took the girls Friday afternoon, and I joined them later that evening. I put up the tent while Chris grilled hotdogs on a fork over the campfire. Quote from Katie after seeing the result: “I want to burn my own.” For the rest of the weekend, daddy cooked the meals.
We got to see old animated movies each night in the ampitheatre. Friday we saw “American Legends,” a collection of folk stories about John Henry (former slave able to lay railroad tracks faster than a steam engine), Johnny Appleseed (famed planter of apple trees), Paul Bunyon (the giant who could straighten rivers with his ox), and Casey Jones (the famous train engineer). Afterward I asked the girls which person was not real. Their unanimous verdict? Johnny Appleseed was least believable.
With the park naturalist, we went wading in the creek with nets. I caught a minnow and a crawdad. And after washing their muddy shoes we went fishing. I caught (and threw back) a Blue Gill. They didn’t want to hold the pole. Marissa was fascinated by a yellow and black longhorn beetle on the shore.
We also took a hayride past a “Youth Turkey Hunting Area.” Personally I think it is cruel to shoot only baby turkeys.
We came home to Grandma, Grandpa, and Claire. And a houseful of cat urine and feces. But that’s another posting.