Brittany, age 12.
This was the year I begged my dad for contacts. I was so happy he obliged!
Day 12 Festivities: Camping at the river (yay!)
Wyatt's parents live on the Clackamas River, so growing up Wyatt's version of backyard camping was camping at the river. Since living in Oregon, I had never relived this aspect of Wyatt's childhood. That is until this past Friday night...
pre-beaver
post-beaver
It really was backyard camping because we showed up at Wyatt's parents house ready for bed with sleeping bags and pillows in hand. Finally when it was nearly dark we made the trek down to the river with a wagon full of our gear in tow. We setup our cots with sleeping bags and tucked in for the night - sleeping under the stars clouds.
Yeah, it was pretty low key until the wee hours of the morning when I awoke to a loud "SLAP" on the water. That's right, it was a BEAVER! Every few minutes I'd hear the same slap on the water over and over. I know as I type in broad daylight how ridiculous this sounds but I was actually a bit spooked by the beaver. To the point that I ducked under my covers until I drifted off to sleep. I have no idea what I was expecting, perhaps for the beaver to attack us? I think mostly it was because it was dark and I didn't have my glasses on, so I felt vulnerable. Like I said, even I am laughing at myself now.
Yeah, it was pretty low key until the wee hours of the morning when I awoke to a loud "SLAP" on the water. That's right, it was a BEAVER! Every few minutes I'd hear the same slap on the water over and over. I know as I type in broad daylight how ridiculous this sounds but I was actually a bit spooked by the beaver. To the point that I ducked under my covers until I drifted off to sleep. I have no idea what I was expecting, perhaps for the beaver to attack us? I think mostly it was because it was dark and I didn't have my glasses on, so I felt vulnerable. Like I said, even I am laughing at myself now.
Something about me: I am the youngest of six kids. Which is a position I have indulged in and milked over the years. It is something that I love so much that even today, at nearly thirty-years-old, I still have nightmares that my mom announces that she is pregnant with number seven.
3 comments:
No going to happen, even though Brice mistakenly thought Louis and I had talked about having a kid together. That alone would have been a Bible worthy event. So, Ross and I said "six". We had six. Britty will always be the baby.
Love, Momma
i'm the youngest too, but i don't think i have milked it to it's full potential. too late now. dang!
I'm still laughing about the beaver!
Post a Comment