The above photo is of where our tent was when we camped last weekend with a group of friends of my wife’s. No, it wasn’t a tornado that took the tent, but my wife who spirited it away last Monday morning as we were getting ready to leave. Shortly after that, I remembered we had a camera.
Here is a wider shot to show the campsite of the couple next to us, the Hicks, as they were tearing down:
That’s Brian and Liz Hicks in the photo.
That blank spot is where the Watson and Stoltz families were. The Watsons had a family emergency and had to leave Sunday night, and the Stoltzes had left just previous to that, because they’d had enough of camping and all of us (mostly all of us, I think).
Here is a diagram of (roughly) where everybody’s tent (and dog) were:
Even though I didn’t include it in the photo, the Watsons’ dog did have a chain. I think his name was Brutus, which I know I should remember as much as the Watsons (and their kids) had to keep yelling at him to not bark at other people (and dogs). “Brut! Brut! Brut!”
In his defense, he is a 15-month-old dog and he has to put up with four kids normally. Well, not normal kids, mind you, but normally, that is with what he has to deal.
Last but not least were the Bownases. Ted was the dude who got us all together.
That’s Ted in the background taking down the camper (oh, yeah, he’s not normal either).
Maybe next time, I’ll remember that we had the camera at the beginning of the weekend and you actually can see photos of the people with whom we camped. This time, for the most part, you’ll just have to imagine.
This is the second of a three-part series about last weekend’s camping trip that began here with what we saw on the way to the campground and will end with one more part about a couple of things we saw on the way home.