Band of Gypsies

The weekend is fast approaching, and I'm planning on a good time spent camping with family at Mahoney! In the past, we've always rented cabins at Platte River State Park, but this year we're all givin' it our best boy scout effort, and camping in either tents or campers. We have consecutive lots reserved and plan on making a constant and even din above the rest of the campground. Hope we don't encounter the wrath of Mr. Park Ranger. If he harshes my gig too much, I may have to sic, a dozen or so children on him. So far, the forecast looks good, because I hate being stuck inside drinking beer, when the proper camping experience is to drink in the great outdoors (hidden in plain sight, of course). For some unknown reason, beer just goes down easier when sitting around a camp, telling tall tales. This could be my opportunity to acquire a government grant, to observe and study this mysterious phenomenon. I'm sure I would have a difficult time just observing, and not partaking. We've planned some fun things for kids and adults, none of which is illegal. Oh yeah, can't forget the hounds. It would be a riot to let them off leash and run throughout the park as a pack of wild dogs! And then there's the food! I'm proud of my family for appreciating a good meal. There's always plenty to eat at every given minute of the whole weekend. In fact, there's so much food, even the tapeworms are engorged from gluttony! There really isn't a moment where my stomach feels relaxed and not as hard as a pumpkin. We get a little carried away. It would be interesting to see how other campers react to all of us. I wish I were the camp reporter, asking questions and taking interviews, on the band of gypsies that rolled in over the weekend, just in time to disturb the serenity and tranquility of nature. I'm almost 100% sure I'll have some blog stew to serve up:) I can't wait to find out what a bear (or the pope) really does in the woods! Keep ya' posted if I make it out alive!