Ever since Mom and Dad purchased a pop-up trailer in July, we've been anticipating a camping trip for months. Just a few weeks ago, they told us that they had reserved a week for camping.
Throughout this week, we have been gathering together our gear and any food related items.

   After a much needed time to make sure we had everything that was required for good camping experience, we loaded the Suburban and hit the road. Shortly following our arrival at the campground, we wasted no time in setting up camp before nightfall.

 

For most of our two night, three day trip, we played mini golf near the camp's entrance. We divided into four teams of two. The teams were Dad and Eli, Mom and Jack, Travis and Ben, and Caroline and me. For the first seven holes all four teams were mildly successful. Sometimes there would be a ripple of cheering as someone would win the hole with only two or three stroke. Until it came to hole eight. It was simple enough, just a straight-on hit towards the hole. But blocking the way was a big lighthouse. At the bottom of the lighthouse was a ting gap where the ball could fit through. Each team ended up with around nine strokes until it came to Travis and Ben's turn. Every time the ball would hit the lighthouse without passing through the hole, it would role backwards until it fell of the course. In the end, their team got seventeen points on hole eight. While we were there, Travis, Caroline, and I made a short film about a guy that can't seem to make a single shot. Hilariously, the movie was shot at hole eight. If you would like to watch how the greatest game of mini golf played out, click here. 

You can imagine our delight when Caroline and I realized we were in the lead by a good amount. The only team that was close to us was Dad and Eli, and even then they would need a miracle. And a miracle is what they got. In order to get your ball into the hole, you'd have to hit your ball along a ramp and over a football-like goal post and into the hole beyond it. Well that's exactly what happened. On his next turn, Dad hit his ball up the ramp, over the field goal, off the back wall, and into the hole. After his parade lap around the golf course, he slipped on the loose gravel, fell feet first and was met by his teammate.  

Evenings around the fire were probably my favorite part about our trip. With smores and cinnamon roll dough wrapped around skewers, every second was a joy.