As far as any firsts of mine, this has got to be top three. Maybe even better than my first husband, but only time will tell with that one.
So about an hour into our trip Lu fell in a rushing river. No joke.
She was in love with the river. And then I guess she really wanted to just consummate the affair because we were all sitting there chit-chatting and the next thing I know people are swearing and I see her moving under water and Justin reaching in to pull her back up. I couldn't speak. I was ten feet away and felt like barfing. (Afterwards Justin said while the moment was intense it would have been really funny to see me running towards them just barfing all over myself.) I remember trying to tell Kim to hold my camera but I don't think that's what came out of my mouth. I think it was more like "Schmupf partake cheese face".
Obviously she's okay, and before we were even back to the tent she was telling Justin she wanted to go back down there. Good grief. All last week I was panicking about having to defend my family against bears, and I hadn't even considered other possible problems. By the way, the best way to no longer be freaked out by bears is to imagine them as people. Wearing suits, coming home from a hard day of looting bear lockers and trashcans, just to be nagged at by his wife...I'm telling you, it made it much easier to deal with.
Milo was mad at me, and this is his form of protest. God love him!
This is Moro Rock, which is the giant rock at with steps carved into it. When you get to the top there are panoramic views and it's absolutely breathtaking. It's also absolutely horrible when you make it to the top to see your son dangling from the fence that keeps one from falling off said rock. Not cool, Milo. Not cool.
In case you were wondering, that is not Justin. That's Pete, of Pete & Kim. We are in the same small group and have become quite fond of each other. Justin and Pete really took their relationship to a new level this weekend, but I'm sure there some sort of Fight Club rules associated with camping so I'll just leave it at that.
Whilst sitting about the fire on Saturday we played truth or dare. Well, I played truth or dare, while everyone else kept refusing to do my dares. Most of them involved our neighbor, Party Peter (Not to be confused with our Party PETE). Don't let the name fool you, he was like early 70s staying with his kids and grandkids. And SUPER friendly. But if you know me at all you know I'm rather fond of anyone 60+ and found him to be incredibly entertaining. The group did offer one really awesome dare for me. All day Saturday we all had "Standing Outside the Fire" stuck in our heads and were doing a pretty fair job of making sure it stayed stuck. So I was dared that whenever I got up to pee in the middle of the night (about 10 feet away from each of the tents) I was to sing that song loudly. That, or yell "HE IS RISEN INDEED!" I totally would have too, except I woke up for the first time just minutes before six, so not only was it light out and could easily be spotted if I started shouting, I sure as hockey sticks was not going to wake up our children.
I guess that's it. Even writing that feels wrong, because it's totally not it. I still have four-thousand more things to say but if you're still reading this you're probably hoping that'll I'll shut up. I'll leave you with this little gem, because I think I look super adorbs. Rarely do I take a good picture (please refer to my entire childhood for proof) so I sort of have to run with it when I do.