"In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." –John 16:33

Camping out

Day 406 of 1000

Eating at CookOut after meetingWhen we decided to stop in at Cook-Out for lunch after meeting today, it was a nice enough day that we decided to eat outside at one of the picnic tables.

Kelly said, “Hey, this is our camp out for the year!”

The joyful truth of that statement is that it is exactly true.  That is about as close as we ever get to camping out–something for which I am quite grateful.  Lorena and I are of the same sentiment on the matter.

She says, “People in Mexico work hard their whole lives so they don’t have to do that.”

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4 Comments

  1. JoAnn Waldo

    Lorena, dear there are different kinds of “camping”. My kind is having a large 5th wheel with bathroom, microwave and showers with lots of hot water. And the best place is at Beachside where you have a view of the ocean at all times and the beach is only 25 steps away. Try my kind and you will be hooked 🙂

  2. Dad

    Lorena and I agree that sounds even better than a Holiday Inn. Maybe we could get into “camping” after all!

  3. Ruthie

    Oh Ken,
    I have to say that this is truly the only time I have ever felt sorry for the Chapman family. Camping is one of our most favorite things to do as a family! We started camping with the kids when Peyton (our youngest) was only one. We have had some great times together and I am absolutely positive that the children will take their own kids camping.
    We love it so much that I even go camping with the kids without my husband if he is unable to get the time off from work – plus the fact that he cannot stand mosquitoes. I save the Alpine Lake camping trips for just the kids and I. I do have a few girlfriends who go out with me and their kids, or I just take a few extra kids in tow.

  4. Dad

    Ruthie! You are sounding EXACTLY like my sisters. You cannot imagine how much browbeating I have received because I am a camping wimp. I come from a long, long line of campers. My grandfather’s first job when he left home was to kill the meat (hunting and fishing), keep the sourdough alive, and cook for the federal crew that surveyed the Bohemia mining country in Oregon in the 1920’s. I know I should repent, but I LOVE creature comforts–especially after having logged to get through college!

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