Brock had taken Luke's fishing pole on our trip to Childress so he was very disappointed when we came home from there without having gone fishing. Daddy promised him that he would take him fishing when we got home. So we heard about it every day before Christmas and every day after! :) Brock reserved a campsite at Granger Lake and we took off on the 28th of December to go camping. How funny, right? It was about 75 degrees when we left.
We were out of the subdivision when we realized that we had forgotten our hot dog sticks and condiments. So we turned around and grabbed those. We took off again and were about 4 miles down the road when Brock got the feeling that the garage door was open. I told him that I was 85% sure it was closed. Not good enough of a percentage so we turned around again! Almost home when it dawned on Brock that he had forgotten the fishing poles!!! Turns out the garage door was closed, but it's a good thing we turned back!
Third time's a charm! Bruce was already wore out from our back and forth.
Brek, Tyce, and Luke fishing and exploring
Bruce not holding still for the picture
Daddy always thinks of the fun things! Glow sticks!
As we were unloading our stuff, we realized that we had left behind one of our sleeping bags. We only had 4 to start with, but no big deal because it was plenty warm and Brock said he could sleep without one. So that means it was me and Bruce in one, Brek and Tyce in one, and Luke had one for himself.
That night, we kept hearing raccoons getting into our stuff. Brock checked it out and they had gotten our crawdads from our fishing bucket! He laid back down and we heard them again! Brock yelled at them, but they kept coming. We could hear the lid of the ice chest opening and shutting (there were chairs on top of it so they couldn't quite get it open)! So Brock went and put the ice chest in the car. Still heard them for a while, but they finally left.
In the middle of all of the raccoon hullabaloo, Brock asked me, "Did you bring the skillet?" "No, I thought you did!" Ha! We were having eggs and sausage for breakfast. Great. At this point the wind was blowing and it was getting cold! Next thing I know, I wake up and Brock is in the sleeping bag with Bruce and me! Haha!!! LONGEST NIGHT EVER!!!
I figured with everything we had been through that we would just pack up and leave in the morning and grab breakfast somewhere on the way home. (BTW, it was COLD that morning!) But Brock had this super cool idea to use our root beer cans to cook the eggs. Yeah, my husband is a survivor! It worked great!
Brek helping Daddy with the sausage
You have to look closely, but there are 4 people in this picture. Don't let the camouflage fool you!
Breakfast cooking!
Grumpy Bruce
Happy Bruce
Brek with the serious pose
Brock even did one fried egg! He's amazing! :)
After all that, we ended up leaving after breakfast because it was too windy to fish. It was a memorable trip, but still lots of fun!
P.S. Funny thing I forgot to mention. We were going to eat crescent dogs for dinner, but I couldn't find the crescent rolls. We all ate our hot dogs plain. Then one of the kids was getting a drink from the ice chest and pulls out a can of crescent rolls! What a ditz. We were able to try a couple with the rolls wrapped around. It was a trip of forgetting things I guess!
