Camping!

We braved the wilderness and faced our fears of things with no legs and things with more than 4 legs (saw some of both -- just shivered thinking about the venomous snake our camp neighbor chopped the head off of) by spending two nights tent camping with Chris' parents at Fort Mountain State Park, which is just outside of Dalton.

Harrison investigated his first hot dog on Friday, which means that he pushed it around on his food tray but didn't actually eat it. Harrison also served as our safety patrol by continually reminding us that the camp fire was (h)o(t) -- he doesn't quite get the "h" and the "t" sounds in there when he says it, though.

Vicki, Sparky, Maynard, Harrison, Harrison's glow stick, and Chris

Our campsite was just up the hill from the lake, so Harrison went on countless expeditions to see what was going on down there. We all hiked around the lake on Saturday, and Harrison caught a quick nap on Dada's back.

Expeditioning

Time for a big hike!

Zzz...

Then Sunday we just packed up in the morning and headed back to places where I don't worry about snakes slithering down the road (or snake carcasses laying around) -- ug, just shivered again. It took a while for all of Harrison's camp friends to say goodbye (the kids on either side of us would stop by to ask me where "the baby" was and then go off to find him), but eventually they all had his phone number and e-mail and Twitter name and the address for this blog, so they'll be lifelong friends.

One last visit to the lake