Once upon a time Chris and I got this great idea that we were going to go camping this summer.
I envisioned it in my head as the best trip ever. We were going to hike and fish and swim and white water raft (all with Harlow of course) and at night we'd eat the fish we'd caught as we sat by the campfire and drank beer and thought about what a great day it was. I think I got this idea shortly after I had watched The River Wild , one of Meryl's best if you ask me, so the image I imagined in my head was Chris, Harlow and myself rafting down a beautiful river with our camping supplies on board, and then when we would go on land Harlow would be free to roam as he pleased. (Just like Roarke and Maggie did.)
Here's the thing about me, I always envision things in my head that never turn out to be quite as good.
I kind of forgot that Chris and I own zero camping supplies. And we have zero camping experience. Or rafting experience. Or anything really that would make that trip I had in mind even remotely possible.
And as it turns out it's actually much harder than expected to find a legit camping site where dogs are allowed to roam as they please. Almost all have strict leash laws. And Har wasn't about to have any of that.
And then I also remembered I'm pretty sure I don't think I like camping. At the end of a summer night when it's still hot and humid and you just want to fall asleep in a cool air conditioned room your only option is a damp and moist sleeping bag in a tent, which is still in fact outside. And yes, I used "moist" intentionally simply because I know 97% of the world hates the word. Panties is a favorite as well.
So slowly but surely our camping trip started to turn into a trip to the Ozarks to see my pal, Sara, and then a quick rendezvous back to Nebraska to celebrate the 4th with our families.
It all turned out for the best because Harlow got to do his favorite thing in the world, which is go for boat rides. I've never seen a dog more obsessed with boats than Harlow. Even when the boat was docked, Harlow was on it.
And when he wasn't on it, he was lying next to it.
"Hey, that's not fair! Get down from there! GET DOWN!"
"Okay fine then, I'm coming up." I love narrating Har's voice.
And after the lake we made a quick stop to my parents house.
To see this little girl.
Harlow's a great babysitter.
And this kid with the newly buzzed haircut, Knox. Or as I call him now, Carl. If you watch Shameless on Showtime and know the youngest kid, Carl, then you'll appreciate this reference. Let's just say it's not only because of the haircut....
Happy July 1st, everyone! The best holiday of the year is just four days away.