Children 1, 2, 3, I, II, and III had planned a serious camping event which has now, sadly been cancelled.
The Superior Uncle had taken his tractor mower thing down to the pasture and mowed out not only a camping spot, but elegant paths to the creek and various other vistas. Even if they can't pitch their tents and do the savages in the wilderness thing, at least they can wander through the landscape and read Byron and Shelley in appropriate settings.
It's a shame really, they were going to fish for their own food (I pointed out that since the Superior Aunt had nixed the idea of a campfire they would have to eat them raw and probably flopping), and there was some talk of a heathen sacrifice. I think the victim had a few words to say on that subject though, and that idea too might have been shelved.
Ah well. Scrape off the mud and change out of the loin cloths kids, it's back to civilization.
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