So, about a week ago Mom and I were chatting about this year's Magone trip when we both realized that there was something wrong...She and Dad had plans to leave that upcoming Saturday (the 16th), and Nate and I weren't leaving for like 2 weeks (the 27th). I had the wrong dates! Nate and I scrambled to organize ourselves and made it work. We moved up our camping trip by 2 weeks and joined Mom and Dad in Magone for the first four days of their trip. It was a close call!
We decided to drive the Volvo since we sold my truck and Nate's truck is a work truck. He worked on Friday while I packed our groceries and made a good three trips to the store that day. Nate finished his work day around 10pm (poor boy), and came home to an unhappy wife. I had been tripped by the cat and fell down the stairs. Coffee and pillows went flying. And I have the bruise to prove my sob story true. Frankie kept her distance the rest of the night. So when Nate got home, he helped me finish packing up the car, and we took off for Pendleton around 11:10pm. Yuck! It was pouring rain on I-84, which is an incredibly dark highway, so it was doubly difficult to see anything. Poor Nate struggled to stay awake, so about half an hour into the drive I took over. The Lord kept me awake the rest of the drive! We made good time and arrived at Leslie and Adam's at 2:30-ish in the AM. This time around, we didn't get lost AND we didn't get pulled over! Last year, we were pulled over twice...Ridiculous cops have nothing better to do in Pendleton...
I had coffee on Saturday morning with Leslie and Lori, my MaryKay director. Nate and I headed to Prairie City/Magone when we were done at Starbucks. It was a fairly short drive. We got into the campground after a grueling 10 miles of horrible gravel and picked out our campsite. Mom and Dad arrived several hours later, interrupting Nate's once-a-year nap. We set up camp and then enjoyed the day!
[Notice Dad in the background of this picture...]
On Sunday, we drove into town and enjoyed a great lunch at a hick restaurant which serves some of the best burgers, easily comparable to those at Calamity Jane's! Nate bought some fishing gear and when we got back to camp, Mom, Dad, and Nate spent hours tossing their lines.
On Monday, we visited the lookout point (official name? I'm not sure) and enjoyed a gorgeous day. We decended after awhile and found a good spot to shoot Dad's guns for a few hours. Back at camp, more fishing. I got up the courage and followed Nate out in one of Dad's pontoon boats. Those things are testy. And the thing of nightmares. All that open sapce right at your feet just begs for something in the lake to reach up and grab at you. I endured it, although not for long.
That evening we stayed indoors with Mom and Dad and ate brownies and played aviator monopoly. On Tuesday, Nate and I packed up and drove into town for curly fries, onion rings, burgers, and shakes at a drive-in. Yes, Magone is the week of bad food. Nate and I left for home just after lunch and a quick stop at the jerky shop. As we were eating, the rain began to fall. We just beat the downpour! After a good six hour drive, we made it home and found an unhappy, lonely cat. Ahh, it's good to be home!