With only one warning and one citation for speeding, we arrived at our destination. The Conway Lake Campground. We were the second ones to arrive on the scene. While we all set up camp, the kids captured and tortured frogs (in the most innocent and loving way a frog could be tortured). At nightfall we broke out the hotdogs and marshmallows and played, screamed, drank, and conversed into the night.
Mmmmm bacon, even tastier when cooked over a fire, was my scrumptious morning fate. Only slightly less delightful was my personal amusement with everyones quirky camping styles which seemed to come to light with the morning sun. Aaaah friends.
Storyland was to be our ambition that day. Doesn't seem very camp-ish you say? Well this was camping kindergarten style, but to appease your meddlesome ways, we happen to have more campfires, hiking and canoeing just ahead.
Kenny later told me we were blacklisted from the campground for excessive noise and rowdiness.
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