They say that a picture is worth 1000 words. I’ve now written 4300 words about Boggy Bottom. This means I owe you 4.3 pictures.
ha ha ha ha ha.
But I will post many more than that, none of them any good. Because of my “efficiency” (having read my accounts, wouldn’t efficient be the first word you used to describe my camping style?), I only packed my little Canon Powershot. I did glance around for my card and the big camera. But after 10 seconds of not finding what I wanted, I gave up. So that renders Powershot-esque photos.
This first one is a picture of the pasture where the first tents were put up. This was taken on Friday. By Saturday, there were twice as many tents. I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture of the port-o-lets. But they were located about 20 feet to the left of where I was standing to take this photo.
And this was our own little slice of camping heaven. I almost put that tent up by myself!
This is the field to the immediate north of my tent. In this shot, you can just barely see the entrance to the 3 minute walk.
In this one, you actually can see the opening to the 3 minute walk.
And this is toward the end of the 3 minute walk.
The bridge at the tail end of the 3 minute walk.
The following photos relate to the Movie Making activity.
Picking the movie plot. AG, 4th from right with hands on head. Mamasboy, far left.
Practicing Attack of the Somethings
Mamasboy, happy for a moment…
And then not so much.
I hope somebody knows where the Squishy Fisherpants is, because she isn’t in this shot.
I’m not sure how to explain this one. It appears that AG has received some traumatizing news.
AG. It was sunny…
Mamasboy. Oh, please get a haircut, child.
Not to be outdone, here’s Squishy Fisherpants.
Guarding the bait…
Sassypants and her caffeinated contraband.
Home at last!
2 thoughts on “Boggy Bottom Pictorial”
Well, I think you need to come to Colorado this summer with your children and your camping pictures would be totally different scenery. Except we would not expect you to put up a tent.
In response to Rhonda’s invitation, we would MOST CERTAINLY put you up in a tent if you (indicating your boyish brood under your oversight) decided the walk to the indoor facilities was too far a trek and decided to adulterate an innocent lessthanpintsize sippy cup or something…