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Yet again...

I survived another river/camping trip!! yah!! go me! there were no snakes this time and i did not try to throw myself down a hill....but i did manage to get a small gash on my foot from something. but no worries, that was the least of my problems...our campsite was ransacked by four very unwanted  raccoons that were in reaching distant of my unclosed tent and of course i managed to seek out the one skunk that wasn't afraid of me...he didn't spray or anything but it was in the middle of the night and i screamed at the top of lungs and then proceeded to pronounce that there was a "SKUNK"... per Gary (yes Charlotte, ur dad was txting me! hahaha)  "haven't you learned yet that YOU should not go camping?"...obviously i haven't. i did however make sure that the other body in the tent with me, would be the first to go to the savaged raccoons before getting to me. needless to say, we did not get any sleep on our last night of camping...partly because of me. i blame the rest on the raccoons! thanks to Jim for letting me borrow his amazing fan! i don't think i would have made it in this heat without that fan! i made sure to use my 110 SPF sunblock but yet i still got tanned?! i didn't burn (thank goodness because i now know that those are no fun!) most importantly i had a blast, i didn't come back with any broken bones and i survived sleeping out doors in the this heat! oh and i can mark off...'swiming in murky river water at night'...my very long list of:
things I'm terrified of!
go me!
:)


The view from our Campsite, we stayed at Mountain Breeze in  New Braunfels, TX
Great camp grounds! 

:( my injury, but not to worry, I was in good hands! ;-)

This is what happens when you pass out three times in one day! you would think he would learn!
he wasnt a part of our crew, he was part of the campsite next to us, but we got to witness it! 


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