Blisters

I have no feeling in three of the fingers on my right hand; actually that would be two fingers and one thumb. This may be partially due to slamming my funny bone into the midsection of my mom's new car but is mostly from hot coal toss as evidenced by the burn marks on my wrists and palms. yup. Today was a gorgeous day and lest we waste another Friday in the house at three I decided I wanted to go camping and at four we left to Pacebend Park. You know, the cliff jumping place. Armed with the current meal deal, Fajitas, salsa, chips, lovely crunchy violet orbs and s'more fixin's six brave souls set out with sub-standard directions to brave the horrible Austin traffic. The 40 minute drive stretched into a hour and a half due to the aforementioned directions and the lack of an Austin map but finally, after a peaceful hill country drive, we arrived at Gracey Loop, the lake and our own little cliff-side resort. One side note, we did meet a helpful local cowboy who had so much chew in his mouth he couldn't speak HOWEVER he managed through aggressive signing to let us know that a leetle princess had popped the hood instead of the trunk and he saved the ENTIRE TRIP by jumping out of his truck and slamming the hood back into place while gesturing. Impressive. We unpacked the car, set up the grill and threw out the multitude of sleeping bags on the ground and while the boys jumped and swam, at least 75% of them, mom-me and I manned the grill and the chips. The sun sets pretty late now so there was plenty of time for exploring and snake hunting and dead wood finding AND picture taking. Even though there were no cups, matches or flashlights the ingenuity of the adventurers shone forth and they successfully fashioned what they needed with the trusty meat cleaver and cigarette lighter. Four pounds of meat later the stuffed travelers reclined on the rocks and watched the sun slowly slip below the horizon and then they all moved to the sleeping bags to wait for the stars and watch for satellites. All of my satellites were masquerading as airplanes. Dope. As night came we noticed that the campers across the lake had nice, big, roaring fires and we had a lantern, not so good. Two of our strapping young men, did I say BRAVE, rose to the occasion and trekked down into the boggy swamp with only the light from the local fireflies to where they had seen a rotten log earlier. Against all odds they overcame the snake ridden black dark and emerged with not one but two logs for us to burn. One bottle of lighter fluid later we won the campfire contest and proceeded to play toss the hot burning coals. SO FUN!!! :) my new favorite game. S'MORES, stars and fire. Perfect day. I'm clean and it's time for bed; I wish I had my peanut butter puppy though. nite.