Trout Pond Campground

Andy always talks about going camping, so for his Father's Day gift, I thought it would be fun to make reservations somewhere. I ended up booking us at a little campground in George Washington National Forest, about 2 hours away in West Virgina. The roads to get there were kind of scary and isolated - we felt like we were walking into The Hills Have Eyes or Deliverance - but we managed to make it there safely. The campground was small and clean, and we were excited to be there.

We had only been there for a a couple of minutes when a truck with a beat up RV attached and a grill tied to the back with a crazy assortment of twines and rope to keep it from tipping over entered, followed by two beat up cars. I realize that stereotypes are evil and should be avoided at all costs, but after a dozen people piled out - all of the men crazy-skinny with sleeveless t-shirts, beards, and huge belt buckles, all of the women and girls were extremely obese, sporting tight stretch pants and greasy hair along with 5 smaller kids who were all loud and unkempt, not to mention two massive poodles -I knew we were in trouble. They ended up being the most obnoxious neighbors I could have imagined. They zipped up and down our drive yelling at each other, one of the creepy guys stared at us the entire day (Andy kept wondering if the psycho was checking out me, him, or Calvin. We really couldn't tell), and then the girls talked and laughed loudly until about 1am, before the kids getting up and yelling again at 6am. They were a nightmare. We ended up leaving earlier than anticipated because they would wake Calvin up every few minutes with their noise and we couldn't imagine willingly spending another sleepless night there.

Besides the hokies from hell, we did have some fun. Here are the highlights:

Camp:
Trout Pond:

Calvin was so excited about all of the water. We didn't want to go in because it had a nasty smell and this group of kids had the following conversation:

"Armando, I'm peeing all over you!"

"I don't care, I already peed on you!"

"We're all peeing on each other!"

Ewww. Every mothering instinct told me not to let my kid in the water.

We couldn't keep him still. He kept trying to throw himself in, so we finally gave in and took his clothes off. He was watching the other kids longingly, like he wanted to go play with them. We need to get this kid a sibling. He's too social to always be alone.

The Tent:

Calvin loved the tent. He thought the little enclosure and all the fluffy bedding was the greatest thing ever.We had hotdogs, smores, and lots of fun around the fire. The night ended on a great note. (Before we tried to sleep.) Calvin may still be a bit young, be we had a good time and will try it again soon.