2007 Summer trip to Dinosaur Valley State Park.
Just so you know, I am not a big fan of camping, swimming in creature infested water, or tubing down treacherous rivers in the hopes of making it out alive and getting a big thrill to boot. I would rather take my chances on the roller coaster at the traveling fair that sits itself up outside of the Fiesta and Carnival food stores. At least I know the risk involved. There are no hidden rocks to take my kneecaps off with out warning. No water moccasins breeding. No possibility of a critter sneaking into my campground at night eating all of my food. NO Sir. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that the carnie who operates the machinery is probably now, and most of the time, drunk or stoned. I know that he probably only has a sixth grade education and three teeth left in his head. I know that the ride spends quite a lot of time traveling down the highway. I know that at any minute a bolt could slip out of place and I could go sailing through the atmosphere towards death. I also know, however, that this is not likely. That there are very few carnival deaths and that I am probably safe.
By the same token, I also know that everytime I go do something outdoorsy I get sand in my crack, my knees banged up, sunburned, stinky, sticky, and plum worn out! Besides all that I have to cook my own food, that I had to shop for and bring all equipment necessary to cook it and it still ends up being the same dang hot dog I would have had a the carnival.
UGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
Next time I decide to go outdoorsy, someone please remind me that I am a city girl.
The kids had fun and then had a fit when they got home because they were so tired. I am still trying to put Sophie to bed. She keeps getting up. I think she inhereted my sleep disorder.
OH, we didn't see the dinosaur tracks, too much water, they were all covered up!
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