Best camping trip ever – thanks to something fuzzy

I went camping. Yes, I did. I pinched my hand, dropped two heavy things on my toes, and stabbed myself in the finger.

I also had a great time with my friend Jill.

The weather was gorgeous.

Is this not the cutest face EVER?

All the children got along – mostly.

I wrote one and 1/2 chapters and read an entire book.

The Bandit caught two fish – one of them entirely on his own. Sassy and her friend were besides themselves with frustration until finally, they burst into the trailer squealing that they’d FINALLY caught a catfish.

Thank God, because I didn’t want to hear another year’s worth of whining about that.

After we left the camp ground, we stopped at a little festival in the tiny town of Patagonia. That’s where this happened.

This is really the first Alpaca I think I’ve petted. I could stick my fingers into the hair all the way to my top knuckle before I met the body. They’re SO FUZZY!

The lady at Thunder Mountain Alpaca Ranch told us that they love to kiss and rarely spit.

Tell that to The Bandit who took a faceful of Alpaca spit.

I don’t care. I still want one.