Camping

There is nothing like a few warm days/cool nights to make John want to go camping. I like camping for the most part. We are blessed to live within 10 miles of Lake Lanier. They have cutback on the number of campsites that are open, but the closest one is Shady Grove. Over 100 campsites, 4 showering facilities and a convenience store less than 5 miles away.

Kyle likes to go camping also. Mainly he likes fishing, or rather, casting the fishing rod, throwing rocks in the lake and playing in his tent. Come nightfall, he's ready to leave. It's too dark and there are too many weird noises. I'm with him, only mine is centered around every horror move made, Halloween, Friday the 13th. You can almost hear the spooky music start up the darker it gets. Besides, the ground is too hard and I am too fat and old to be sleeping in a sleeping bag in a Winnie the Pooh tent. Give me cable, running water, a bathroom 20 feet rather than 200 yards away and a nozy comfortable bed over communing with nature.

Spiderman shirt, shoes and fishing rod.

The story according to Kyle. "This is all that is left of the man the shark ate." There are no sharks in Lake Lanier, they only are in the ocean. "No Nia, it was a shark."

Why did I doubt him?