Camping

We went camping Father's Day weekend. It was so stinkin hot. I'm telling you we seem to pick the hottest weekends of the year to camp.  Plus we got stormed on three times.  Sleeping in a camper when it is pouring and blowing and thundering and lightning...guess it was better than being in a tent.
These coons were sooo friendly! First came the "mom" as the kids called her. She walked with a severe limp and got close enough for us to see that her back leg had been severely injured a some point.

Then came "daddy" coon.  As you can see, he was easily bribed with a plate of leftover smores.

Then came the "baby".  I do have to say this was one of the cutest things with fur I've seen in a long time.

And that was just the first night.  The next night they came back, but with more friends.  Almost to the point that I was feeling weirded out...Attack of the raccoons...Seriously though, they were hanging out right under the table and under the step going into the camper.  They were invading my space and I hate to admit it, but I got a little grouchy.  I just wanted Brodie to make them go away.  I could just see one of them biting my babies...all I could think of was rabies.  Anyways, camping was fun.  Really, it was!