What REALLY happened at Lake Bob Sandlin

Okay, so I had an epiphany that what readers and visitors to this blog really want to know is the scoop, and gossip, and dirty details of our camping adventures. After all, half of the adventure of camping is the stories that come out of it. So, for those of you just itching for the nitty-gritty, here are the highlights

What was the best things that happened?
Joe says: Bronte, our almost 5 year old male dog, finally decided to man up. Seems that given the opportunity, some natural instincts kicked in. He was very protective of the ladies, following them anywhere outside of the fire area. Also, He was on constant guard, patroling the camp site. We were very proud of him. (For those of you that haven't met Bronte, he is a cuddlely and lovey attention mongor at home -- a bit of a sissy actually).
Kristi Says: All of the careful planning, supply lists, and shopping came to fruition. I was very pleased that we had just about everything that we needed. We were well prepared and organized, and we had a great time.

What was the worst thing that happened?
Joe says: Definately the hangover. Whose idea was it to bring a bottle of Jack? Oh, yeah...that was my idea.
Kristi says: I became the butt of not 1 but 2 ongoing jokes. One was an instance of a joke referenceing eye-spy gone awry (see also "What was the funniest thing that happened" for more details). The other was a comparison of my attire to a gansta thug (It was chilly so I wore a ski/skull cap and I wore a hoodie sweatshirt with a hoodie part pulled up -- somehow this envoked images of a hood thug). I was referred to as Gangsta thug the rest of the evening -- So not me.

What was the funniest thing that happened?
Joe says: Kristi as Gangsta Thug is a close tie with the Eye Spy debaucle.
Kristi says: Ok, I will admit that the funniest thing to happen was an idiot comment I made. Let me set the stage -- It is late in the evening, it is pitch dark outside, except for the roaring fire. Joe says "Eye spy something orange". I look around the camp site and it occurs to me that everything looks black and grey. Everyone kind of chuckles -- I figured it was because Joe said "eye spy". That was kind of funny in an unexpected way. Then as I look across the fire to Joe, I say "I don't see anything orange" and I was serious. Well Duh! Jokes on me, the fire is orange. I had only been staring at it for hours on end. Just goes to show, that sometimes the most obvious answer is literally right in front of you.

Lessons learned?
Joe says: If you are going camping with Mike, bring a fire extinguisher. He likes to build bonfires.
Kristi says: If your camp sites offers running water, find the water spigget early. I didn't find it until we were literally leaving. (Good thing I brough plenty of water with me. It is just a waste to use bottled water to rinse of pots and pans. You want to use free water for that).