Remember that time when....

Remember that time when we drove for a long time and then set up camp in the dark?

Remember that time when the dog paced the tent so much and kept us up most of the night?

Remember that time when the dog chewed up Linnea's only pair of shoes she took camping?

Remember that time when the dog peed on Linnea's sleeping bag while she was sleeping in it?

Remember that time when we drove more hours then we were actually awake?

Remember that time when it was time to go and we couldn't find our nine year old and four year old?

Remember that time when we ran up and down the beach and all the trails for an hour looking for them?

Remember that time when we called the police because we couldn't find them?

Remember that time when they were just in a bunch of trees nearby?

Remember that time when Albert drove like a madman to get home to get Gavin to his soccer game on time?

....Not the best camping trip ever.

But the campground was actually nice for the little daylight that I saw it (mostly running around imaging my kids being kidnapped and taken to Mexico though). Maybe I'll go back to Pismo campground again someday but only if we can stay long enough to warrant the long-ish drive. We went in hopes to get to know my new sister-in-law better. I think I was able to say one or two sentences to her. ): Note to self: find a dog-sitter and don't plan any trip during soccer season.