Home Stretch.
The paddle home seemed several hours shorter than on our way out.
Home Stretch.
No I didn't bring too much stuff.
And they're called Camping Chairs, not Lawn Chairs, Irma.
Happy campers.
Irma insisted we stop at McD's for dinner on the way home.
She's obviously been missing Kate.
Maybe I got a bib because I spilt syrup, tea, and gasoline either on myself
or the tent over the course of the weekend.
MAYBE.
Props to Reza for not falling asleep on the way home.
(Props to Aaron for driving the rest of the way home.)