picture of the day
Ensign Ranch. Back to the days of my youth. A location I frequented during my summers at Girls Camp.
The best thing about Girls Camp are the girls.
Mr. Right asked, “Did you like Girls Camp when you were a girl?”
I said, Nope.
He asked, “Did you like Girls Camp as a leader?”
I said, Yup.
He said, “That’s probably why they keep doing it. For all those women leaders who are crazy about it.”
There might be something to that.
I’m not such a big camper.
I believe strongly in cabins with electricity.
Or ten-trailers with electricity.
My bishop told me that’s not really camping.
Hmm.
This morning Mr. Right, wearing a t-shirt, inhaled two lungs full of biffy-impregnated, crisp autumn air and said, “The weather is fantastic!”
I muttered, “uh-huh” but secretly I was thinking I should have brought another layer to keep me warm. The five I had on weren’t cutting it.
I’ve two-too much to show you of our recent overnighter.
