FOUR DAYS AND THREE NIGHTS

How silly can we be?

The riders!

Watching the riders

The week of the bicycle tours!

Abby, "I hate marshmellows, can I roast yours for you?"

Abby's big fat exploding marshmellow mess...

safer roasting rods!!!










s'mores and more and chocolate

old men trying to take money from little children...

oh oh, get and try again.

helmet rule

learning to ride

thinking

resting

going home

going home

going home.

The McGinnis clan went to Cherry Creek State Park. We arrived on Thursday afternoon. We set up camp and then the activities began. Papa took down the bikes and it was ride baby ride. The loop in the park is perfect for riding. It is far enough around but small enough to keep an eye on the children. We had Abby, Grace, Patrick and Kelly. Fun is the keyword for camping with Nana. Nana rode her bike too!!! I know for some of you that is surprising, but I got a granny bike and took off. It was funny the children thought maybe I was a little wobbly, so they rode behind me to pick me up if I fell. We had homemade mac and cheese and then a nice campfire. Friday morn the children arose early. We served breakfast and then it was back to riding...after some riding, Papa took the ones who wanted to the path. they discovered it went to the swimming beach. Well you know these kids, they hurried home and begged papa to take them to the beach. Grace and I passed and so they left. They were not gone too long, the water was colder than they anticipated. but wouldn't you know it, they wanted to go again in the afternoon. Papa took all the children and they had a greast time, mostly playing in the sand. (the motorhome was one giant sandbox) I am so happy we got rid of the carpeting. Once over with the broom and a little mopping and we were as good as new. Friday night we had s'mores. Chris and I found some wonderful bbq scures. The are at least two feet long and have enough scure space to roast the whole bag of marshmellows.(slight exageration) We laughed and and talked and then we played cards. These children are turning into card sharks. They don't know what a poker face is, but they know how to fool adults into thinking they know whaqt is in the children's hands. the children won more often than adults. I love how they go through their money bags. They have figured out I give the losers more money before each trip. I don't allow crying, not even if you scrape yourself. The come up to me and ask for bandaids but they keep saying "I'm all right Nana, I'm all right." I want to laugh, but I hold back and play sympathy to their cuts and scrapes. Friday morning was a treat, the Malm's came on their bikes and visited for a short minute. Their children were happy to see them. Saturday morning arrived and we had waffles and cereal by the fire. It was cold and rainy and wet and fun. we ate around the campfire and warmed up in the motorhome. Mike Malm road his bike to see us and he took the children for a longer ride around the campgrounds. (where they are not allowed to go without an adult) They were happy and enthused. Since the weather was so uncooperative we played cards and more cards. Then the Malm family came for lunch. It was so fun to have everyone there. I could see Jon thought camping might be boring, but he soon found out that bike riding and playing cards is fun. Megan could'nt come because she has the crud. Kenny thought he was trapped in the motorhome, so he showed me how to open the screen and the door by himself. What a smarty. It was quiet when Beth left, she took her children home so they could go to church. Abby and Grace were a little lost, they have so much fun with the cousins. Chris treated up to pizza, hot wings and cinnabon. They played cards and Nana fell asleep. Papa told me this morning that I was snoring and he told the girls that we needed a tent for nana.(Chris sleeps in a tent because he snores.) It upset them that he thought I should be outside in the snoring area. I have my protectors. Well sunday has come, the McGinnis family broke up camp. The girls were on top of the motorhome with the rope and hook. They pulled up the camping gear that goes in the storage box and put everything away. I was kind of poking around because I always hate to see the trip end, but the pushed, they wanted to watch the football game. Guess I have to compromise. The next trip is to St. Vrain, outside of Longmont September 25,26 and 27.