So when we finally get in the truck and of that stupid mountain. I turn to Gene and say "that was a bust." He says no way that was awesome. How can it be a bust. We had a great hike no one got hurt, the kids didn't complain to much. It was fine we need to do things like this more often.
I seriously look at him at like you have got to be kidding me. All the things he just told me are true, but I am like I am not hiking anywhere anymore. I can't handle any more snakes.
Ok so maybe I will have to try another hike just not to the hot pots again. That one is for sure out.
So as you saw in some of the pictures I took my neice Camden with us. So when her mom and grandma get to camp we have to tell the whole story. They are like sweet we like snakes, we aren't afraid of naked people.
So they go the next day on the same hike we went on. They saw NOT ONE snake and NOT ONE naked man. They where seriously bummed. I was furious I was like are you kidding me, not one snake. I even told them what tree to look under and everything. Nope not a one.
I think they were disappointed though what way I can't say. No naked man or no snakes.
Anyway onto the rest of the weekend. It calmed down from here. On Sat., Gene's parents brought his grandparents up to hang out and have dinner with us. Well one thing led to another and it ended up with someone doing some sweet talking to Papa Ray. Next thing you know away he went on a 4-wheeler, he was driving his own machine. So fun, they went to the top of Strawberry Ridge. About a 20 mile ride from our camp each way. Not bad for an 86 year old.
Then when they got back from the ride, grandpa just went crusing by camp. When he realized it he started laughing saying I was having so much fun I didnt even see camp.
Then it was on to dinner time. For any of those who know us no that camping and food is like a gourmet thing. Oh my gosh we had so much food. So good, and such fun memories. I am glad that my inlaws and grandparents in laws could come up with us to spend such a wonderful day. Espically for the memories that my kids have from them coming up.
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