Super Seven Camping Chaos

We went to the Super Seven Campout this weekend and hung out with the Hunter clan. Aunts, uncles, cousins and their kids, even a couple of friends and dogs were there. It was quite the partay....

It has been a while since I did the whole "tent camping" thing. Usually we go with my parents and lounge about in their motor home, watching movies on the couch while enjoying the air conditioning...

I know, right? Roughing it...

Anyway, since they were still on their vacation back east, we decided to just borrow a tent and head up there on our own. We called dad and asked if we could grab some equipment since we had to go through Pocatello anyway to get to the campsite. We took a tent, a tarp to set it on, a sleeping bag, some chairs and a water cooler. When we got there and went to set up the tent, we discovered that it had a few missing parts (surprise!) which were quite necessary to the setup procedure.

Tent poles.

So, my aunt Cindy took pity on us and let us borrow her two person dome tent.

After the campfire and waaaayyyy too many roasted marshmallows, we went to bed.

And I froze. The whole night.

In the middle of the night, as I was hunkered way down in the sleeping bag, I heard a small psssttt noise. I fought my way up and out of that sleeping bag faster than a mouse out of a drowning hole! I was desperate for fresh air, even as cold as it was. Scott's response?

"Sorry about that, I forgot you were down there!"

Asphyxiation would be a terrible way to die...

The next morning after we had packed up camp, we started to leave. We said goodbye to everyone and walked to the car together. Scott opened the door for me and I was moving the things that had inadvertently ended up on my seat when we heard urgent yelling from back at the campfire. My dear aunt Barb was yelling for us to freeze right where we were and not to move an inch. We looked back at her, standing there at the campfire and she said to her husband, my uncle Kim;

"Look, he even opens the door for her!"

Everyone laughed in relief, and uncle Kim started walking toward us, and then said;

"Come here so I can bitch slap you"

Next year I am renaming it the Super Seven Crazy Campout...