If you know me you know I rely heavily on sarcasm to express my points. My kids have figured this out and their lives are better for it. No sarcasm was used in the writing of this post.
Well we got there and hauled all of our supplies to the campsite and set up, only to find that we were at the wrong place. So with the help of some wonderful people, we moved our now "junk" to the right place. I felt defeated already. I'm sure the pregnancy hormones didn't help much.
It hurt, it was cold, it was hell on earth. At one point I said to Chris that my desires to be on the show Survivor have left me. I would die in that place. I suffered my friends. My kids suffered. I HATED camping. I slept about ten mins and the rest of the time I prayed for daylight...horrid!