What an amazing weekend! Tons of friends and family all up in the mountains for a weekend of S'mores and fun. Sage was originally supposed to work the weekend, but was able to get it off so that we could go. Our plan was to ride up with Mom & Dad and bunk in the motor home with them. But Dad said he wasn't too keen on sharing the "love wagon" with us. After that traumatizing mental picture Sage & I decided to bring up our tent to sleep in.The 4 of us rode up in my grandparent's massive motor-home. It was a fun rode trip....so wild and crazy that all of us except the driver fell asleep :) We had such a fun time with my parents!
Our dog was a little bit more trouble than she was worth that weekend. Friday night Sage and I took a bike ride and just as we were getting back to camp, Shelby took off after something. We rode/walked around everywhere trying to find her. Of course this did not help Sage & my attitude...we were a bit snippy that night. Finally after an hour and a half, someone came from another campsite saying they found a stray and very scared dog. That's our little wimpy dog :) So Sage went and got her.
Saturday we were all just lounging around the campfire, right by the lake. There was a big flock of geese out in the middle of the lake. But Shelby didn't seem to interested in them...at first. I was throwing a stick in the water for her to fetch and as she was coming back to shore she started veering farther and farther away. As soon as she hit solid ground she TORE off the shoreline scattering poor little kids left and right. Sage took off after Shelby and I slowly trailed along after both of them...saying sorry to all the people they disturbed (who were thankfully all camping with us). She ran about a 1/4 mile down the shore line and both her & Sage were blocked from my line of sight. As I came around a bend I saw my dog swimming out to the MIDDLE of the lake after that stupid flock of geese. I just knew she was going to end up drowning. I was looking along the shore for my husband, and then catch a glimpse of a white, boxer-clad man wading out after the dog. Oh goodness :) I thought for a couple minutes that they were both going to drown and I did inform my husband that in the future I would pick him to live over the dog... if it came down to that. They both made it back to shore, where Shelby got a good spanking for not listening (she has issue with the command "come") and spent the afternoon locked up.
Max Twombly asked us why we didn't come get the canoe instead of Sage nearly drowning??? Hmmmm..... I do not have an answer....
Then Saturday night there was a MASSIVE thunder storm. I woke up to the wind nearly tearing our tent apart and thunder cracking right over our head. It was so loud! I could barely hear Sage. It was raining and we were getting all wet...Yes, we had the rain fly on, but that doesn't help much when it's raining sideways. And of course we felt bad for the dog and so Sage went out and got her and she slept between us (on top of the sleeping bags...definitely not IN them). My dad braved the storm to check on us, make sure we were alive. We told him we were fine, but then we started to get even more wet...so Sage, Shelby and I trooped through the wind & rain to the motorhome. Sage usually takes up most of the bed, and now we're sleeping on a narrow table bed in the motorhome. And of course Shelby is in bed with us too. So between the dog and my husband I pretty much didn't sleep the rest of the night.
Dad was anxious that we weren't getting the motorhome up the hill and out of camp ( he was actually worried all weekend, but after the rain he was even more nervous). But between all the male advice and driving help, we got out of there without a problem!
All in all, it was a good trip!
