We awoke our final morning at the campsite to rain. Joe and I decided that our best course of action was to pack up camp and head to a nearby shelter to make a pancake breakfast before we hit the road.
|The pooper scoopers hadn't been out yet on this morning, as you can see horse poop in the foreground of this picture.|
Aliyah found a plastic knife and spent more time cutting her pancakes than eating them.
This big eater devoured three pancakes all on his own.
On the last morning of camping, with the rain coming down and the wind blowing, and too much pancake batter left in the bottom of the bowl, laziness took over
to create the biggest pancake I've ever made in my life.
It's no small task getting that beauty cooked evenly over the small campstove burner. At least I thought it wasn't until I returned from a bathroom trip with the girls a few minutes later to find Joe had made a more beautiful and perfect XXL pancake in my absence. There's no real proof of his superior pancake, however, since no one bothered to snap a picture of him one upping me.
After breakfast, we reloaded the car and headed for home. Home, the place where all the sand is now. We might have sand, but so far the wind hasn't blown our house in on us. It's good to be home.