After this unscheduled stop we realized we were not going to get to the campground in time for dinner so we had dinner at a truck stop since they had the parking for the RV. While we were there Babycakes got in touch with her country-side.
I'm pretty sure she wanted to take that hat out of the truck stop.
Once we arrived at the campground the Hubs got everything set up. In the dark. With a cranky wife. And a cranky 2 year old. And a cranky wife. The man deserves a medal.
The next morning I was up before anyone else so I was able to enjoy some quiet time. I loved it. Definitely one of my favorite parts of the trip.
That morning, after breakfast, we went to the pool even though it was a little on the cool side. (As a side note, the weather here has been
freakishly unseasonably cool this summer)
Yep, that's me in all my porcelain white glory. My 2-year-old tans better than I do.
Anywho, later that afternoon we headed down to the Old Fiddler's Convention in Galax, Virginia. Babycakes LOVES live music, especially if there is a banjo involved. So we thought we would check it out and we were not disappointed. I'll tell you, I'm not one for sitting around listening to bluegrass music. But if you have the opportunity to see this thing it is pretty amazing. We just went around to the different campers and heard TONS of great, live music. Not all of it was bluegrass. There was some folk and even some classical pieces. Definitely an interesting experience I'd like to repeat again!
Babycakes was obsessed with the yellow caution tape. Now I know what to get her for Christmas...
At the end of the awesome day, however, my eye looked like this...
Yep, pink eye. By the next day I also felt rotten and had it in both eyes. It's a good thing we had planned to leave that day because I was really done with camping by this point. We had planned to stop and visit some friends on the way home but skipped all stops and drove straight through. Even Babycakes was done.
So while our last great summer excursion wasn't all that great it wasn't a total bust either. Here is the conversation the Hubs and I had as we were leaving the campground:
Me: Well, it wasn't the best trip but I'd be willing to try it in a couple of years when the baby is potty trained. Maybe when she's 4?
Hubs: I was thinking more like six years. When she's 8.
Well said dear. Well said.