Shouldn’t there be a picture of a tent or something? Probably. But you know what? We discovered that we hate tents. Okay, that’s too strong. We hate the feeling in our bodies, particularly our necks, okay, particularly my neck after sleeping in a tent. Maybe it was the bottle of wine.
And this way, I can continue planting the notion that I am a farmer. Corn was ample this year. Yep. Do you have questions about soil or something?
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She’s one tough cookie – sand would be hard on the wrists!!
i think Elsie liked it. probably has no cricks.
No matter how packed the car…always bring pillows. or a pillowcase in the case of back country camping.( ;
Sadly, Sandra, we packed pillows.
She is pretty tough…no cricks for that one. Just the mama, who needed a very expensive massage to recover.
Queen size double thick inflatable bed.
Nuf said.
The wine, was it??
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