We're Ba-aack!

This little boy went camping.

This little boy had fun.

This little boy got filthy dirty.

This little boy played in the sun.

This little boy was asleep, ALL THE WAY HOME!

C had a great time on his Grammy Camping Trip in Cle Elum, he was totally in his element! Dirt, water, boys, sticks, horses, motorcycles, hotdogs and a whole pile of different Grammys to sneak cuddles and cookies from. What more could you ask for? He left with Grammy on Thursday morning, and had two very full days before I pulled in Friday night. He was so sweet when I FINALLY got there around 10pm. He had to escort me to the outhouse, show me where everything was, and get me all settled in for bed.

"Mom, you're going to love it here!"

I was just a wee bit later than I expected due to the nice fellas at Spiffy Lube forgetting to properly re-attach my radiator cap, which allowed my coolant to explode all over my engine just as I started up the pass. Luckily a nice fella named Kevin helped me get going again with a few gallons of water and little TLC for Hotwheels. Apparently Kevin's daughter has been helped over the pass a time or two, so this poor fella felt obliged to spend an hour nursing my poor car back to some state of function. Unfortunately the engine light never went off again, so he even followed me the whole way over the pass just in case (since it was dark I was quite appreciative).

We had a great time "camping" if you can really call it that when you're sleeping on a mattress in a horsetrailer. We went for a couple rides with Mom, and let her go on a couple more. We played in a great lazy river, it had all these perfect little winding branches that were less than knee deep and perfect for bridges, dams and rock throwing without any real threat of drowning. And I even got suckered into a dirtbike ride (I rode a poor little 50cc dirtbike, C rode with Grammy Sandy on a real man's bike). So bummed I didn't get a photo of the boy! By the way, I hated it for the first ten minutes, totally nerve wracking! But it did become tolerable eventually.

We headed home at a reasonable hour on Sunday. As predicted C wasn't much for company on the way back. It was pouring rain coming over the pass, C was snoring like a trucker, and of course I HAD to P. Story for another day. We managed to squeeze into Stiffy Lube when we hit Everett for a radiator service (poor fellas had to work overtime, fixing some other shmuck's mistake on a Sunday evening) so we didn't hit the road again until about 5:30. Finally got home at 7, just in time to get ready for work on Monday. Joy.