"It's like...FOREST."

My hubby and I recently celebrated our 3-year anniversary by going camping. And I know that there are SO MANY women out there that are like, "Really? Camping? Have you been camping before?" I even know of a story where a relationship was almost broken solely because of a camping experience. Well, I love to camp. My hubby loves to camp. So, yes, we camped (and peed and ate and slept and...other things...) in the woods for 4 days and 3 nights. Here are some of my most memorable moments:

1. The Drive. It was only supposed to take us an hour to get to our original campsite. We were going to really rough it by making our own site at Rum River State Forest. Yeah. It took like 2 1/2 hours to get there in traffic and then the forest was not-so-campable. There were way too many bugs. I expect bugs in the woods. But these bugs practically carried me out of the car. Plus the forest was super dense; chopping down trees was not my idea of "making camp." So, we drove another hour to a state park. We're picky campers and didn't like it. So we drove another half-hour to a different state park. We didn't really like it there either, but it was getting dark. I was tired and hungry and cranky from the drive, so we made do for the evening. The next morning we packed up and found an excellent state campground that was PERFECT.
2. Hot dogs. Tim bought me Schweigert natural-casing hot dogs for the trip. I LOVE THEM. I hate like 12. Yum. By the way, ALL--and I literally mean ALL--of my pants have ketchup stains on them from my hot dog binges.
3. Tim. He was HILARIOUS on this trip. At one point, we were driving through a mostly deserted campground in the forest, when Tim looks out the window and says (I'm not kidding), "Dude. This is awesome. I just love this. It's like you look out at the forest and think, FOREST!" At which point I bust out laughing. Really? Really, Tim? So articulate.
4. Creepers. Our final campsite was a hike-in site, which means that it was off of the road and you had to hike in to get there. It was very private and out of the way. Or so I thought. One afternoon, Tim was napping and I was not, so I decided to grab my book and read. It was warm that day and we had a private, hike-in site; I figured I'd be just fine reading my book in nothing but my underthings and a tank-top. I hadn't seen anyone else around, and who would just walk through someone's campsite? Well, someone did. So, there I sat in my panties and a tank top trying to ward of nosy neighbors. Lovely. And embarrassing.
5. Hair eating fish. On Friday, we bathed in an area lake. I'm not proud to admit that I had a minor panic attack with the Blue Gills and Sunfish got all horny for my conditioned hair. Everytime I'd rinse it out, I'd find like 6 more fish swimming towards my head. Gross.