Channel the Yoda

Sunday, August 12, 2012

I CLUNG TO THE ROCKS

Five days later and the Deer Fly bites itch like crazy!

The bruises are green and scabs are formed beginning the healing process.

No stitches needed. This time.

You just gotta love camping!

-C. T.

P.S. Don't rock climb on crumbly limestone without ropes.

P.P.S. Duh.

P.P.P.S. Sigh.

P.P.P.P.S. Parents don't let your children touch strange puppies who bark at them.

Friday, August 10, 2012

SITE CART-IN 20 Split Rock State Park!

I took a health break from the blog. But now, today, I am back. Blame my pancreas. I do. Through the health haughtiness I call body, I found a chance to go CAMPING!

Site Cart-in 20 at Split Rock State Park beckoned us for a birthday celebration.

A TASTE OF OUR ADVENTURE:

bruises from falling rocks
Jameson to cleanse the wounds 
pesky kids with bad timing
crazy thunderstorm with shivering pups 

card games with equality
fly swatters with a zap
biting flies unbearable
hike Superior skipping rocks

lost a ring or Indy ate it
Presidential trivia and rum
starry nights of Orion's Belt 
fireside birthday with love

an astounding view from a cliff
that's our campsite!
air conditioned break time (BEEP)
spaghetti mouth with laughing souls
a jump in the lake of awesomeness

cliff peeing
raspberry picking
hot dog falling
squirrel chasing
breeze feeling
rock climbing (big mistake!)
barefoot walking
caterpillar crawling
no trespassing
Judy isn't open.

phone is dead, Don't wanna go
feet in water cools the heat, 
and life feels for that day
like I suspect it should.

And I'm okay.