Oh, Canada...

So last night Jacob and I embarked on a camping adventure at KOA.  We successfully pitched a tent, and moved the picnic table and fire pit.  We did have to make a quick trip back to civilization to pick up batteries for the boom box because I bought the wrong ones, and I spent 5 minutes and 14 seconds inside Target getting the correct size.  Back at the camp site, we made a fire by continually pouring charcoal lighter fluid over pine and bits of newspaper for an hour.  I ended up eating a cold hotdog in a bun.  Later we went to ask our seemingly friendly Canadian neighbors for help.  They showed us a little trick involving a cardboard egg carton, paraffin wax, and wood shavings, and the father even chopped our wood for us with a sterling silver ax.  Once the fire was going, he brought the entire fam over to our sat where we sat around and watched the flames change color due to some cool Canadian pine cones.  Then they were off to end their night with "boards games, and then bed."  Ours would end with wine and creepers, and a jaunt through the site in our snuggies.  At 6 AM, Jacob woke me up to look at the bunnies under his car, it started to rain, and Jacob went to take a shower. Upon his return, he was ready to leave, so he took off the rain cover and poured water all over me, and then pulled the blankets out from under me while singing "Colors of the Wind."  Not my best morning.  We ended the trip with breakfast at Perkins, and the realization that those Canadians could have axed us last night in our sleep, and thrown our remains into the woods.

Tonight, we toga.