LPT 2008

Weeks in the making; hundreds of emails, phone calls and evening drop-offs LPT became official and four families shoved off for a three day "tour" to rough it, sort of.

The P’s

The E’s

The W’s

The G’s

Four ferrying trips later, we had all the gear shuttled across Lucky Peak to our campsite, Dock 22. Up a short flight of rustic stairs there was plenty of room to accommodate four tents, a picnic table with awning and a quick jaunt up the hillside for all of our potty needs.

When the last of the lot was unloaded it was mid-afternoon and time for a swim, one of my most favorite parts of the whole trip. The water was refreshing after the initial shock; cold and for the most part clear but it beat the summer heat. After all, we're air conditioned creatures.

Tubing, wakeboarding, knee boarding... it's all good.

Until somebody gets hurt - but we keep on going anyway.

There was fishing too. The big boys were skunked on their nightly trips, good thing us girls weren't relying on their rod and reel prowess.

The kids were busy catching crawdads - even the older ones.

Success! Now we only need 99 more for a meal.

Most of our time was spent lounging around.

Or eating really, really good food. Each family had a meal to prepare and it worked out great.

Girl S from the P family celebrated her 6th birthday with us. Happy Birthday Sweetie!

Believe me, if you ever wanted to know 'Where the Wild Things Are' look no further. Their conversations ran the gamut of everything that boys are made of; like farts, belching, vomit and movies Mom and Dad won't let them see for one stupid reason or another. "Too much blood an guts they say... "

And now were back to splashing around again.

And more fishing...

Oh! Is that a bite?

FISH - FISH- WE - CAUGHT - A - FISH!!!!

And another one!

The boys caught a few bass, though they were too tiny to do anything with. A sucker and a squaw trash-fish we ended up eating. Okay, only a few of us dared to eat it.

Everyone had a smile on their faces...

...or almost a smile.

New friendships were made.

Familiar ones grew.

Hey, are they holding hands!!! (I'm only kidding you two!)

For the record, they're catching grasshoppers.

And then it was time to pack up and dangle our toes one last time.

To enjoy the closing moments of summer vacation.

Wishing that we were a child again, when summers seemed to go on forever.

And then we said good-bye.

But there's always next year!!!

LPT was the first camping trip we've gone on with friends besides ward camp-outs. It was so much fun that plans are in the works for next year. Late night "educational" chats, dips in the lake and a small cheering section when I finally caught some "big" air on the wakeboard!

Twisted Brethren RULE!!! "I need more cowbell!"

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