Webelos Camp Adventure and those they left behind.

Whew, after a month of waiting, it has happened and Mike and Andrew are at camp about 150 miles from our home. I was ok until I heard the stories about the legendary huge "Coonzilla" and the massive amount of spiders that visit the primitive campsite, inside the tent. Of course, this is nothing we shared with Andrew or his brakes would have been applied as Mike attempted to get him in the truck. You know the song about not liking spiders and snakes? Andrew wrote it many years ago while in baby heaven. Off they went and I was concerned because I was worried about no cell phone service in BOOFOO Tennessee. Thankfully, I received a text from Mike when they arrived and a call this morning from Andrew who proceeded to tell me about the 'military" style tents and cots and the outhouse that he was not going to go in! (By the way, I just got a text from Mike and the outhouse refusal did not last long....SUCCESS!!) Andrew also informed me that he was almost asleep last night when they trumpets blasted Taps (his description) and woke him up therefore he had to start all over again falling asleep!

Andrew loved the pizza and the watermelon for dinner last night (they have to wear Class A uniforms to dinner) and has a day of adventure today that he was jabbering about. After talking to Mike, I am sure this man is going to sleep for days after returning home because Andrew has already informed him that he wanted to do the "Death March" on Wednesday morning at 5 am. I am so glad that I am home with Kinsey, did I mention that??

Kinsey and I are taking care of business on the home front.... except last night a spider (apparently sent from Andrews campsite) decided to walk right up the couch next to me. Thank goodness Kinsey was there because she beat the thing with a flip flop........ and I mean brutally! The only think left was dust and legs. Where did it go? Weird.

Did I mention that we are going on vacation soon and I am going solo in the preparation - where is the suitcase? At Camp! Where is my helper? At Camp! So, Mike may not have any Underoos or shoes or razors or important essentials in the suitcase to West Virginia. :-) I will be plentifully equipped and maybe he can wear my stuff!