Wow, what a show

Now that weekend was a serious shit show.  Why? Why not.  Guess for us calling it a shit show, it could have been much worse.  Everyone is still alive, no injuries to report, nor any prayers to the porcelain god.  End of the day we had our very own little shit show. So let's here it for the synopsis.

New Tent - This year we bought a new tent.  I was so adamant about  this.   Tired of hearing about all the stories related to the ex and that flippin' tent.  Aside from the fact it was also falling apart.  Tainted, that is what the old tent was.  Hello , back on track. Now the other weekend we are at Fleet n Farm, decided that it is happening and we are buying a new tent. This one has a cool screen porch on it and everything.  Looks the same size,  bring home, check the sizes, and boom, same size.  Not sure what kind of tape measure they used...but seriously don't think they were correct after putting it up. Shit show. The teenagers really don't have much of their own areas now.  Pretty sad since now the risk of us smelling them has increased.  Oh well pretty soon they won't want to come along anyways.   Now aside from trying to determine what the front of the rain cover was.  To my parents, brothers dismay no additional shit show watching us put this thing up for the first time. Yeah, we are awesome.  Our conclusion on the tent. We are going to make it work.  Turns out we love the little screen area for coraling things, etc.  Guess we will just need to get a little closer and snuggle. Pray that our teenagers wash themselves before bed.

Pets - We have two, not including our teenagers of course, dogs.  Who love to camp.  Now this also means night one prior to us having the ability to wear them out, the pups are on edge.  So when your pet decides it needs to make some random noise in the night...it disrupts my pet who in turn disrupts me. Of course it doesn't help much that the one pet, the little chiweenine, has to sleep in the sleeping bag with you even though there is a perfectly good comforter laying over both sleeping bags on the air mattress for him to go under.  Pampered little prince. 

Now lets just say the other pet down the road is a donkey.  Yepper. Night one at least three times we were being woken up to a donkey.  Who has a donkey as a pet, what do you do with a donkey? They don't play catch (I think), can't imagine snuggling with one, and I swear at 11pm, 12am, & 2am are the loudest creatures on the planet. 

That portion of the shit show was only to be witnessed by the hubbie and myself.  Steppie slept right thru that entertainment. She is the princess of sleep.  Now come night two the boys were contemplating sneaking over and having a drinking party with said donkey.  I informed them a) that's cruel and b) with our luck he would be a talkative drunk and wouldn't get any sleep.

Then we come to the point when my husband got up to let the dogs and thought it was later.  Started a fire. I attempt to fall back asleep to only realize I also really, really need to pee. On the walk to the trailer, I ask him why the hell is he starting a fire at 2am in the bloody morning.  Didn't realize it was that early he says and comes back to sleep. And that concludes act 3 in the shit show.

My Mom - Now after a night of little to no sleep. The unaware early rising mother thinks it is a good idea to shovel out the fire pit.  Yeah, that is by no means quiet...hello 5 am.  Of course at this point it is like screw it and out of bed.  Need coffee.  At this point I am cursing myself  for forgetting the filters for the coffee pot.  Because the number one gas station in the area does not open until 6am.  It is like 5am still.  So we (yes, the hubbie too) drive on to get coffee and filters.  Thank goodness we found an open gas station 15 miles later.  Boom Act 4 of the shit show.
 
Yeah that was pretty lengthy about just night one.  More then likely going to make the rest of the trip sound fairly uneventful.  Honestly though after the opening acts in the shit show glad it subsided a bit.  Now after finally getting my goodness of some coffee flowing thru my veins and some breakfast in the tummie on with our day.

For the last few years after visiting my parents land on a regular basis one of the items on my list was to visit Roche A Cri State Park.  Now the only reason why we did not go there sooner was due to the stair renovations to the top of the rock. The state park was developed in 1948 to protect the 300 foot rock out cropping. Finally the time arrived to schedule the visit.

Wiht a 300 foot rock out cropping comes a lot of stairs 303 to be exact and gorgeous views.   That made it all better.

While in the park, we also did some of our fave past time of geocaching.  We had four geocaches on the list and managed to find two. At least we walked away finding some and didn't get completely carried away by the mosquitos.  This was my little brother's first geocaching adventure.  He even found his first one. 

 

On the quest for one of these geocaches learned what a cheshire cat was...sadly though we did not find this one.

 

 

 

After all the excitement of the afternoon, we needed a quick stop at Pritzls to get some things we needed. You know the necessities: alcohol, meat sticks, cheese curds before we headed back to camp. Pritzls gas station by the way is a glory in itself.  It has everything...everything. Like a mini grocery store or even a baby wanna be walmart.  Glorious.

Back at the land Jamie got to take his first ride/drive on a four wheeler. 

 

 

The steppie even managed to squeeze in some metal detecting on this trip.  The finds were not as awesome as the last trip though.



After a glorious dinner nothing better then smores.  We  are camping after all.  Now one of my favorite things
 to do find some new creative smore combinations. This weekend brought us: Peanut Butter Oreo Cookie Smore's and Smores with Nutella and Dark Chocolate...delicious.

Now night 2....the dogs were finally exhausted.  They slept. Thank goodness. Now this night I by no means was sharing my sleeping bag with the chiweenie.  Eviction notice served.  And off he went to sleep in the steppies bag. The donkey was quiet or maybe I was just extremely exhausted.  My mother after being put in check by her ever so cheerful daughter did not clean out the fire pit at 5 flippin o'clock in the morning.  Overall...not a bad night for some zzzz's finally.

Time to pack it up and head home.  Taco Johns - This was one of my fave fast food mexican restaurants when I lived in the city.  Now the sticks doesn't have one of these.  One day somehow we got on this topic of the glory of Taco Johns.  Then came to the conclusion that we needed to find one for the hubbie, steppie, and little bro to try.   And low and behold...we did.  This place happened to  be right on our way home from up North.  So the last little adventure for the weekend.  Taco Johns.  Oh pototato chicken burritos how I love thee.

And that concludes are little weekend show...What a great time with the family