This past weekend, we (Jeremy and J.T.) went on a camping trip. We departed early Thursday morning. We met Grampy in Mammath Spring for lunch and all three of us went to the campground and set up camp. We cooked foil dinners Thursday evening. Then, we sat around the campfire until about 11:00 and then went to bed.
Friday morning started with a cooked breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, sausage gravy, and bisquits. It was great. Then, we headed off to the hardware store and got some supplies to make hot dog and marshmallow roasters. We made them, cooked hot dogs for lunch, palyed some cards, and then went exploring. We came back to the campsite to cook pork chops, baked potatoes, and corn for dinner.
At this point, an interesting story needs to be told. Grampy cooked the ends of the roasters to remove any bacteria and to cure them. He pulled one out of the coals and told J.T. not to touch a certain part of it (the part that had been in the fire) and then proceded to touch it himself! This was followed by a loud "OUCH." J.T. and Jeremy just stared at Grampy with one of them well-if-you-had-followed-your-own-advice-you-would-not-look-so-stupid-right-now kind of looks. He simply said, "See, that's what you don't want to do."
We then cleaned dinner and sat around the campfire till shortly after 11:00. We woke up the next morning, broke camp, ate breakfast at a nearby restaurant, and parted ways. We had a great time.
We would have pictures but like men do, we left the camera at the house. Sorry Aunt Chelle. I know you are dissapointed.
It was a good time with good memories (they would have lasted longer with a camera).
-J&JT