Barb's Burblings

Fear the bearcoon

There weren't any beardogs when we went camping this year. There was, however, a bearcoon that brutally attacked our paper towels on Friday night.

It was a good camping trip. We didn't kill ourselves by hiking down to Dark Hollow Falls this year (I should say, by hiking back from Dark Hollow Falls, as that was the part that sucked). It was very low-key, which was great. We did go horseback riding, and my butt still hurts. I don't remember it hurting this much when I spent a week at a dude ranch in 7th grade. A park ranger managed to totally freak me out by telling us to hold our flashlights at ground level at night to see spiders' eyes reflected. Um, no thanks.

Anyway, camping was a blast. And there was the bonus of not bathing for multiple days! Yay!