Wallet Card Wednesday: Adult Summer Camp Edition

Every year my family takes a big camping trip to Flint Creek, Mississippi. It’s everybody – aunts, uncles, cousins, significant others, and the occasional guest. We’ve been doing this trip for 30 years, and we look forward to it all year long.

We bring along a small fleet of boats. This is the Greenie Weenie, a small fishing boat. The Mr. Malc is in the picture at the top of this post, and we use that one for tubing and cruising the lake. We also have a canoe and a kayak that get around quite a bit.

Together we occupy a massive part of the shoreline six cabins wide. This is the view from my cabin across an inlet to the rest of the cabins. They are air-conditioned and have basic cable, so I guess it;s not really "camping" so much as "cabining."

See the Griffey?

We found this guy making his way up to the road which was a bad idea. I snapped this picture seconds before we set him back into the lake where turtles belong.

My six-year-old goddaughter wanted to paint my toenails, so I took a mighty swig of Bushmill's and just kind of let it happen. I could have made this picture bigger, but do you really want to count the hairs on my toes?

The sunsets are great, and the stars plentiful. This was taken a half hour or so before we began the nightly campfire which is where the kids learn dirty words and jokes that aren't quite appropriate for grade school. This is where I had my first drink, caught my first fish, won my first hand of poker, and learned who all these crazy folks I'm related to really are. 

I can't wait to bring my own kid here which, as it turns out, I'll be doing for the first time next summer. I don't believe I'll be packing quite as much Bushmill's then.