Bossy has all of these photos in her camera taken over the past week while camping, and so she thought it would be a good idea to throw them here and tell a few stories, where good idea equals Bossy can’t for the sleep-deprived life of her figure out a better way to begin this post, and did Bossy mention sleep deprivation?
Shall we begin?
Bossy thought she should explain why she camps a few states away from her own, driving the family through eternity, taking the exit to forever. It’s because Bossy thinks this is the nicest state park she has ever experienced, and Bossy is not just saying that because her friend the Park Ranger told her he would be checking this website to see all of the nice things Bossy was saying about the campground. Everyone shout, “Hi, Park Ranger!”
For one thing, Bossy loves the various options when it comes to campsite terrain. It’s easy to find campgrounds that feature wooded ticky dark scary damp muddy grim sites — but Bossy’s state park also features tons of open rolling happy vista sites, which it may surprise you to learn Bossy prefers.
And the sites are far apart, so there are rarely any disturbances along the lines of wives quitting their marriages at three in the morning while the campground analyzes each one of her many spouted reasons why.
For instance, and who doesn’t like a good for instance, the following photo is an example of the distance between campsites, made more private with the lush, indigenous plants.
In another example, and who doesn’t like a good other example, especially bloggers who take too many photos that will never see the light of day if not used to over-explain, the following photo shows the distance to the neighbor on the other side of Bossy’s campsite:
As further proof, and who doesn’t appreciate good further proof — this is a photo of the other neighbors who are situated at the top of Bossy’s campsite:
These neighbors were by far Bossy’s favorite because, first, the man and the woman sat in their screen house drinking beer and talking. Until 3 a.m. At which time the wife decided to break up the marriage. It was so exciting! For the first two hours!
And then at 5 a.m. the husband tried to reel his wife back in, and the couple eventually retired to their sleeping quarters to do everything but sleep, if you catch Bossy’s drift. The same very loud drift that drifted over the otherwise silent campground for the next hour plus, resulting in many annoyed campers and an increase in Viagra sales the next day at the local pharmacy.
Unfortunately, Bossy never got a look at the couple, and too bad Bossy wasn’t sitting near the camp office the next day when the couple drove up to ask the ranger a few questions using those same voices because then Bossy could have captured a photo of them for her council. Oh wait, Bossy was sitting there and did snap a picture: