Clear Creek 2015

Another year at good ol' Clear Creek.  

Here are the happenings:

-It rained.  A lot. I didn't want the kids in their muddy/wet clothes all over the beds in my trailer so they sat under the canopy outside. Turns out I really am the meanest mom/aunt on the planet. 

-Everything about this picture screams safety.  8 small kiddos and 5 bb guns.  What could possibly go wrong?

-I had a fish head shoved in my face.  These boys are extremely lucky I was in a good mood and didn't confiscate their poles.

 

-Nate and I got into a little bit of an argument (us argue!? Shocker.  If he would just see things my way life would be a whole lot easier) before we left about taking a dvd player.  In my opinion it's a big NO.  We are camping, disconnecting from the stress of life and becoming one with nature.  In his opinion it's a who the hell cares if they watch a movie and relax thing. I won.  Woohoo.  Mostly because I'm the one who packed for six people for 4 days.  I should have won.  Anyway, the point to this whole thing is I walked into Stephanie's trailer to see this

Busted! Grifin disconnect that thing and go talk to birds or something.

-Safety seems to be Baylor's #1 priority.  You never can be too careful while sitting on a log eating watermelon.

- I have to throw this picture on for the sole purpose of introducing Hank.  The newest member the family... aka the dang truck Nate bought without telling me. 

-This camping trip was extra awesome for Dilon.  He needed to pass off some scouting requirements and had to sleep in a tent while the rest of us were cozy in the trailer.  Funny thing is, he slept like a rock and I froze every night in the trailer because Nate won't let me turn on the heater. It may have something to do with the fact that I pin him against the wall trying to stay warm so he ends up sweating like crazy.  

-Speaking of Nate, this seems to be all he does up there

Cooks for the rest of us.  Next year I'm going to pack his pink apron so you can see how he can rock that thing.  Ignore his hand gesture in the picture.  That's just his way of saying he loves seeing me with my camera.

-Don't feel too bad for Nate.  He didn't do all the cooking.  I put these two to work as well

-The Marshall's --really, what can I say? Their expressions and gestures say it all.  They're a lively bunch.

- There was some more rock painting.  Sadly, this year the rocks "accidentally" got left behind. Shoot.

- I asked Nate pretty please with a cherry on top to take a picture with me.  This is the best he would give me

Ya know Nate, one day when I die you're going to look back at all these pictures and feel bad that you weren't normal in just one of them.  For the love, throw me a bone just once man.

-Again speaking of Nate, he's awesome.  Except for when we were leaving Clear Creek and I wanted to get a picture with my grandpa's initials that he carved into a tree back in 1987 but I forgot and he wouldn't let me go back to do it. I know, I know, it's not good for the trees.  I helped Nate write a whole paper on it for one of his college classes.  Oh who am I kidding?  I wrote Nate a paper about it for one of his college classes.  So I know you shouldn't do it but I really wanted the picture.  Next year for sure.

-And the best part of the whole trip has no picture for me to document it because we missed "it".  Literally.  After we left to make it back to church on Sunday my family of sinners stayed behind for one more day (relax guys, I'm just giving you a hard time.  I'm sure I'll see you all in hell). Anyway, my dad was walking a little out past the campsite when he looked up and saw Pennywise (the dang clown from IT) standing there in the open grass/weeds holding a balloon waving at him.  I'm not exactly sure what happened next but I like to picture my dad running away screaming like a little girl.  Just what I would have done.  It's a good thing Nate wasn't there for that because chances are Pennywise would have been shot.  Seriously though, that's some creepy stuff.  Who does that?  Apparently my family went and talked to them and someone in their camp is deathly afraid of clowns so they dress up as clowns every year.  I really think I would like to be a part of that family.

See ya in 2016, Clear Creek.