Camping...not Sleeping
On our long awaited campout we lost part of the family: The tip of Doug's index finger. While giving Miranda instructions on how to use a hatchet, Doug pointed where she should chop. Being anxious to get the job done, she went ahead with a big wack. Unfortunately, Doug's finger was still pointing. Apparently, she has pretty good hand-eye coordination! After a pretty constant flow of blood for the next 10 minutes we were able to get it bandaged up, but the throbbing pain continued throughout the night. So a part of Doug will always be at Madame Dorian Park.

The campground is named after a brave member of a exploration party. I don't think she would be too proud of the shabby campground that bears her namesake, but the price was right-FREE! Plus it was only 20 minutes from home. We hardly slept a wink b/c the neighboring campers (and perhaps some cans of beer) were talking around their campfire until dawn-literally, but the kids managed to be relatively happy.They thought this old bridge was pretty cool. Too bad there is all sorts of graffiti on it. I tried not to get any naughty words in the picture.







