the Wolfepack Hits the Great Outdoors

Well, Travis has been a faithful patron to this blog in my posting absence. Thanks for your dedication, Travioli. So, here's a very late post about our 4th of July celebration. We headed to Paris Landing in Dover, TN on Tuesday night. Travis' parents, Maggie's grandparents, keep their ski boat there. They always stay in the state lodge when there, but Travis was convinced that we should take Maggie...so a camping we did go. We didn't think that she could stay in the lodge and although they don't allow dogs, we saw several. But, we camped nonetheless. A cute little old retired army man runs the campgrounds, so I felt a tiny bit safer. I was really convinced that we were going to be murdered in the middle of the night. Let's face it...the world is not what it once was. I haven't done much camping to speak of in my days. When we were little my sister, my cousin Web and I used to camp out in our front yard. My mom would make us wear bandannas on our heads to keep the chiggers away. She tried to convince me before we camped last week that chiggers were afraid of red bandannas so I should wear one. Have I mentioned that my mother enjoys lying. I can only wait to hear the lies she tells our children. Anyway, I camped at Kamp, but that wasn't scary plus I had to be the brave one then because most of my kampers were afraid of bugs. I camped once in NC with my youth group when I was in Jr. High, but I think I was too stupid then to worry about being murdered...that or my mother hadn't completely warped me yet. Darkness fell, and it was time to sleep. I slept ok until about 2am, then my bladder woke me up. Maggie had a little trouble going to sleep as well. She is quite the guard dog. Everything she heard merited a terrifying growl. Well, I wasn't going to walk all the way to the bathroom, so I popped a squat. Mert, my grandfather, always tells me never to use the bathroom down hill...that and never take a wooden nickle. Well, in my groggy, bug repellent induced state, I seemed to have forgotten that pearl of wisdom. Yes, the PJ pants got a little wet. So, I had to take those off immediately making it a very itchy rest of the night. I think I finally went back to sleep around 4am when I found my earplugs in my purse after I growled at Travis for making me go stupid camping. You should always keep earplugs in your purse; you never know when they may come in handy! Maggs had trouble going back to sleep too. Some "bubbas" as Travis called them kept walking around. These bubbas were large too. Excuse my insensitivity, but what are fat people doing walking/exercising at 3am? Anyway, I managed to get some sleep and awoke to a fun-filled 4th of July. We packed up our site and left it cleaner than we found it...Girl Scout moto...shout out to troop 234, you know who you are. I must say, I was quite impressed with my hubby's camping skills. He whipped that tent up and brought it down just as quickly. I might start referring to him as Sir Edmund. Oh, here is his new obsession which I wouldn't mind myself. I could get used to camping if I didn't have to actually camp.
here is the link http://www.tab-rv.com/tour/index.php
Can't you see us cruising the country in the "fireball"? Dad, could you paint WolfeWagon on the side?

We spent the rest of the day on the lake with Mrs. Kris and Mr. Mike, Travis wonderful and super fun parents. Travis and Mrs. Kris skied, they are both very good, and Maggs swam for the first time. She even got on the knee board. I however stayed in the boat most of the time. I'm not a very successful skier, and I wasn't in the mood to break anything. I wore my 50spf sun screen and Travis did not. He got a mean little sunburn, and that my friends is a blog for another time. Ask him about the vinegar. Here are some pics of Maggs the amazing water dog.