Our Weekend

If I'd have known our first camping trip of the season was going to be as successful as the trip we took this weekend to Warm River, I'd have stood in bed.

We did have a lot of fun, don't get me wrong there. Had a ball. Took a long enough hike up the old rail bed at Warm River to make the kids complain, then had a campfire, roasted marshmallows, listened to the birds and watched the Milky Way unfold above our heads. Then the next morning we went wading, froze our toes in the cold water of Warm River, and then got home in time for our oldest to get to a birthday party.

But I didn't need the broken propane regulator on the camper.

Or the subsequent leak that drained our propane tanks so when we went to power up the fridge and heat some water, there wasn't any gas left for the chore.

Or the camper battery that died so we spent the evening in the dark with food getting warm in the fridge. Thank goodness we weren't far from Ashton, and that Ashton -- population of about 1,000, has one thing that our hometown of Rexburg -- population 26,000 -- does not have: A store open 24 hours a day that sells ice.

So I went to Ashton and got the ice. We managed to cook breakfast over the campfire and not have food that was repulsive. And now we're all home and the kids are asleep and I have to go upstairs to do the dishes. Now I have something to complain about.