My labor day weekend consisted of my favorite girls, all of our families, new friendships, breaking every single camp rule (besides the "no alcohol" one), sharing life stories with a random old man named Lanny, Canadian jokes, Brandon stripping down to his skivvies, lots of piggy-back rides, catching and eating a shark (only to later find out that it was very high in mercury), playing guitar around the campfire, late night walks on the beach as the sun sets, talking about missions and college and the likes, hearing cam's original songs, trips to the Tillamook cheese factory, and lots of Jack Johnson.
It was a pretty good weekend, to say the least.
(hashtag glamping).
{Please note my little sister's peace sign. I've taught her well}.
