Camping

So David has been whining to go camping for months now and I finally relented. Which was good because it has reestablished my non-camping policy. You see our trip included everything about camping that I detest. Which I will now list (in no particular order).

-Camp grounds so full it would be more peaceful to camp in a city park.
-Obnoxious French Canadian kids who keep wandering into our campsite with their super-humanly loud remote control car. How do you say scram in french?
-Fellow campers who feel the need to play every song Phil Collins ever made...35 times.
-Bugs. Any variety.
-Accidentally setting up your tent with the rain fly underneath.
-Waking to the sound of distant thunder.
-Quickly throwing a tarp over the tent while listening to the not so distant thunder.
-Leaky air mattress.
-Trying to get dressed while sitting on a partially deflated air mattress.
-Packing up wet tents, wet chairs, and wet children

Well I could go on all day. But on the plus side we camped in a truly beautiful area called Letchworth State Park. It is supposed to be the "Grand Canyon of the East" which is a little bit of a stretch in my opinion, but it was very picturesque.




There was also this cool old inn and they were having a some sort of convention with all these beautiful old cars. They reminded me of "The Great Gatsby"