Thursday morning a family of 5, along with their (somewhat) beloved dog left home for the journey of a lifetime. They packed up their meager camping belongings in the back of a 2001 Chevy Tahoe and hitched on a homemade trailer to the back, complete with firewood, bikes, and various other supplies that would not fit inside the vehicle. They merged in to traffic on I-95 north, bound for a mystical place named Bradbury Mountain in a mystical land named Freeport, Maine. There they stayed for the next several days. They hiked by day, cooked over an open fire, made s'mores, and froze at night. By the time they left on Sunday morning everyone was exhausted. But they had survived. No, they'd done more than survived, they'd created cherished memories. The end. :)
2 comments:
Looks like fun!
lol I love it! Wish i could have come. Maybe I should start a blog... Albert and I are going canoeing for our annivesary this weekend. Hope we have as much fun as you all did!
ps love the cheetos up the noses picture :D
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