June 8, 2008 - My Wild RV Vacation

Well, to put it in a very tiny teensy-weensy nutshell, it all started with a family discussion and it ended with a very sun burned, mosquito-bitten me.  (Why is mosquito spelled with a "qu"?)  The family discussion was to get a great, huge recreational vehicle.  In other words, a trailer.  My dad's been wanting one for sixteen years now, and my mom finally gave in.  (It was way easy to persuade us kids to get it - we all loved the idea!)

We've actually been through two wild RV vacations since the last time I've written.  The first one, near the Navy Base on the edge of Lake Michigan, was proabably the most fun.  And, not to mention, the less-mud-and-more-sand one.  We got to wade in the cold lake waters and search for shells and seaglass (or, lakeglass?) on the beaches.  We also took pictures with my camera, but they're on Tinuviel's laptop right now.  :( 

But today I'd mainly like to write about the second trip, which I just arrived home from half an hour ago...

(Hey, wait!  Let me put it in story mode for you.  :D)

When she first stepped foot in the place (Fish Lake Beach Camp Resort, it was called), Eni looked around to see little green bugs and mosquitos flying in the humid air.  She took another step, and - splat! - into the mud went her foot.  She tried to pull it out, but the pull of the mud was stronger.  She grasped for the picnic table next to her, and in went her other foot.  The next thing Eni knew, her whole body was getting sucked into the mud, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out.  She yelled for help, but I'm afraid help came too late.  The last thing she saw was a mosquito happily buzzing around and looking for someone to suck the blood out of.  The end.

Okay, so what if I exaggerated?  It's more fun to put people in suspense.  But, if you'd like to hear the real, G-rated story, then I suppose I'll tell you.

The first sentence was true.  Un-original name of a camp, green bugs, mosquitos...you get the picture.  Nobody really liked the place at first, as you can imagine, but once my dad and three brothers got the trailer wide enough so people could walk around in it, things weren't as bad. 

One of my younger brothers DXD, as he calls himself, discovered a playground for teens eventually.  Mister Cool, my two little sisters and I had played in the little kid park earlier, and hadn't noticed the "for tots up to eight years old" sign on the fence.  So an annoying old lady came up to us and said "hey, how old are you two?"  Mister Cool replied "fourteen" and I replied "thirteen".  This was embarrassing to admit how old we were while playing on a tiny see-saw with out little sisters, but our parents had wanted us to play with them and we hadn't dicoverd the teen playground yet, as you know.  To make things worse, the lady said "well, can't you read the sign?"  Of course we could read!  Uhg.  We got off, took our little sisters and left.  But now to the other part I was telling you about...

At this point, I have to go to bed.  I'll save this as a draft and tell you more tomorrow!  xD

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It is tomorrow now.  Let us proceed, shall we...?

DXD lead us to the other playground (haaalelujah!) and there were swings, poles to flip and balance on, monkey bars, and - the main attraction - one of thos whirl-around things that several people can hold on to that make you so dizzy just by thinking about it.  I still don't know the name of it, but it's really fun and insane.   Most of the kids were on it.  Thankfully, none of them got too sick.

And then...the pool!  We swam once that day, three times the next day, and again the day after that.  It was the perfect temperature.  In fact, I think because of all my swims I'm the cleanest I've ever been.  (I took a shower after every time I swam, so that's five showers in three days!  I felt too clean, because I'm not the take-a-shower-every-day type.)  Although on the second to last day, some family friends came to visit and while we were swimming a kid threw up in the pool.  I guess that's trailer park living for you...

 It also rained a whole lot.  There was a large pavillion near the teen playground, so all of the kids who were outside ran to it.  It was really crowded.  Tinuviel, Mister Cool, DXD, Kung Fu Kid and I met two nice girls during that time who let us use their i-pod player.  Mister Cool is the only person in my family who owns an i-pod, so he hooked his up and we all listened to the music (while playing pass with a basketball :D).  While the same friends I mentioned earlier where visiting, we got to roast s'mores in the pavillion.  They were Y-U-M-M-Y, but everyone only got one each because we ran out of chocolate bars.  Those who wanted to  (including me) had more without the chocolate.  It was okay, but it didn't taste too s'more-ish anymore.  Plus it was still raining hard, so the fire went out quickly!  :P

On the last day, Sunday, my family piled into our van at 8:00 A.M. and traveled to a really awesome church.  The only un-awesome thing was that it was an hour and a half away - driving there took more time than driving to Fish Lake Beach Camp Resort!  (Maybe I should call it FLBCR? Though even that's a mouthfull.)  My dad wanted to go to that particular church because they were moving on to be an Evangelical Presbyterian Church (EPC), like the one he's a pastor of.  I really liked the church.  It was traditional, yet modern.  Cool, yet everyone still wore nice clothes.  Which made it cooler!  The choir was also really good.  (I really wish the church my dad's a pastor of was more like that...it needs to be more cool so we can get more young members!)  At the end of church, some of the teens there served a lunch feast to everyone that was really tastey.  (The feast was tastey, not everyone.  I'm confusing myself now!  o_-)  Dessert was even better, and there was a large selection to choose from.  :)

(The only thing I didn't like about going to that particualr church is that they put reserved seats for my family at the very front row!  It was nice of them, but I felt like it was making us say: "Hey, look at us!  We're the center of attention here!"  Or perhaps it's just me needing to be more social....

The drive home was long.  My dad bought each kid a snack and a drink at a Mobil gas station, though, so that was nice.  When we were back, we swam for half an hour, then packed our things.  By the time we got back home, it was 8:00 P.M. and we were tired.  My bed felt so nice, and I didn't have to go to sleep to the sound of my two little sisters arguing over "who has the most covers".  It rained all night.  Which is good, if you're wondering, because I like the sound of rain.  :)  The last thing I saw before I went to bed was a little mosquito happily buzzing around my room, looking for a way out.  (Or looking for someone to suck the blood out of.  But I like to think it was the first one.  ;D)  The end.

(PS - Apparently people who resemble Dustfinger freakishly well like hanging around pools.  Tinuviel, Mister Cool and I discovered another on our trip - and he looks even more like we imagined him than the first!  o_o)

More adventures coming up, I hope!  (You probably are either asleep or have skipped most of the story at this point, but oh well.)  Until next time...

-Enilarwyn