7:05am: Can we leave yet?
Well, we did finally leave. There was a South of the Border stop (shut up, that place is awesome), a really significant traffic jam (the kind where you turn off your engine), a "detour" that left our poor GPS utterly flustered..... and all that was just on the way there!
Our campsite (Sesquicentennial state Park) was a shallow, but fairly spacious pull-through which would have been ideal if it weren't for the fact that our next-site neighbors were the un-funnest grandparents in the world with their three, super-bored grandchildren. A tree had fallen along the backside of our site:
"Why did you take our tree?" the grandchildren inquired... not unlike Cindy Lou Hoo.
"I assure you, we did not take your tree, and you are welcome to climb on it even though we are here now..." was my reply.
"No," said the grandparents.
"How is your camp fire so beautifully colored?" the children asked us.
"Magic color powder," I said. "You can have some if you like."
"No," said the grandparents. 
My grandparents would never have sucked that much. Never.
- Rain
- Misleading difficulty ratings of the bike trails
- Sucky neighbors
- Difficult travel issues
- Argument regarding the responsible amount of "camping wine" to consume
- Miscalculation of the event length
- Lack of pretzel necklaces
... we had an amazing trip!
It's cool that so many things can go awry without landing a Roxy expedition on the "That Sucked" list. I think that's because my partner is pretty fabulous.
- Pretzel Necklace
- VIP Tickets
Otherwise, though, whatever!! Rick is an official Beer Guy so he seemed to have a blast. And I'm an official "Rick Girl" so watching him have fun was joyful..... mountain biking WAS NOT.