Home to Roost

The Spouse had asked me to take a photo of The Child upon her return from camp. He thought it would be charming to capture the first impression of Her Grubbiness emerging from a 2 hour car trip after 4 days of peeing in the woods. This proved hard to do as upon seeing me she squealed "Mommmmmy!!!!!!!", cannonballed into me and proceeded to crush my ribs. Didn't even have time to get the lens cap off.

But here are some subsequent shots:

A certain someone missed her very much.....

And, of course, her first request upon re-entry to civilization was for French fries:

Can you see how muddy her jeans are? At home she just unloaded her entire backback into the washer. It was raining the whole time they were there. (They got thunder, lightening and hail, too. Guess that's why they call it environmental camp).

Debriefing will take a few days but I can tell you this much: she had a great time, she wasn't homesick and she never wants to see another port-a-potty as long as she lives.