Last camping hurrah of the summer

On a bit of a whim, Jeff and I decided to try one last camping trip before putting the trailer in storage for the winter. I think Jeff only agreed because the Huskies were playing an away game that wasn't going to be televised live anyway... We threw everything (well, except for all the stuff we forgot...) into the car late Friday afternoon and headed up to Teanaway--back to the same campground we had found last summer and loved so well. It was after dark by the time we got there, but we managed to find our way to the very same campsite in the pitch black. This is the primitive campground with no lights, no running water, and only pit toilets. But it has a great little beach connected to to the riverside campsites, and the water level is perfect for safe playing this time of year.

Saturday was a glorious day. Sunny and warm enough for the girls to play in the river ALL DAY long. Jeff and I had nothing to do but read magazines and soak up the sunshine. Aaaaahhhhhhh. Heavenly. Until Saturday night, when things took a turn for the worse. First, someone across the campground had access to a satellite broadcast of the Husky game--and they were ruining Jeff's plan to stay in a media blackout until he could get home and watch the tape-delayed recording of the game without knowing the outcome. The game was blaring across the campground, making it impossible to ignore. And THEN, the temperature unexpectedly dropped BELOW FREEZING! We weren't prepared for that, and our heater didn't work to boot! Yikes. So Jeff had the game spoiled--well, I guess the Huskies actually spoiled it for themselves, but he had to suffer along. And I nearly got frostbite on my toes since one of the things we forgot was our cold weather gear.









Sunday morning we had to break the ice off the water in our fire bucket and scrape the frost off the side of the camper in order to pack up in time to make it back for Caroline to go to a birthday party. Whew. Another jam-packed weekend at the Doyles...