So how, you're wondering, do cows giving birth and camping end up together? Read on to satisfy your curiosity!
Yesterday we packed up and drove to Harold Parker State Forest in our old hometown for a ward campout. An hour after packing up we were again unpacked and enjoying the company of our friends and fellow ward members. We enjoyed gourmet hot dogs (I enjoyed hummus... dogs- blahk), perfectly roasted mallows, baked beans, macaroni salad, chips, um... cookies... and, um, other stuff people brought. It was fun.
Until...
Lucy got 2nd degree burns on the back of her right hand (she already had a spider bite on her left hand).
And then it was bed.
Morning came, and hot chocolate, good conversation, breakfast, cleaning, and then packing up followed.
Somehow during our 20 hour campout Matt was able to make arrangements to go scuba diving, golfing, hunting, ski jetting, put together a soft ball team, and I'm sure I don't know what. Now he just needs time (and scuba instructions).
Once we were packed up and on the road we decided to swing by our favorite ice cream place. It is THE BEST we've ever had. It was a little to conveniently located at our MA home but very inconveniently located from our new home. So, of course we had to go. It also happens to be a dairy with maternity wards, a nursery area, a milking area, and chickens and roosters that you can visit. When we got there I noticed a very uncomfortable looking cow so we stood around for a while and wouldn't you know it... she gave birth to a very gross looking baby boy or girl. She did remarkably well and was an inspiration. I could tell, however, that she wasn't a scientologist. All-in-all it was wonderfully gross and awesome. And after watching a cow birth alone (and clean up everything herself ) I am very happy to be a human mother.
It has been a very interesting, fun, tiring, and gross weekend. Hope yours is the same! ;)
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