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nephirI cannot pull just one memory and call it my favorite. So instead I'll go with one and say that it is one of my favorites:
The first time the Spouse and I went camping was on a spur of the moment kick. It was Memorial Day weekend and we decided to go for a drive through the canyon up to Lake Isabella. While we were there we decided to camp out in the canyon by the river. We set up a little pup tent and settled in for the night.
Then the both of us, unknowingly spent the entire night wide awake because of the noises in the bushes. We waited for daybreak, just knowing some serial killer was sneaking up on us. No joke actually, there had been several severed body parts found wrapped in black plastic bags up and down the canyon. Of course, we were unaware of it at the time but still....
Even though neither of us got any sleep it still is a fond and favorite memory for the both of us.
The first time the Spouse and I went camping was on a spur of the moment kick. It was Memorial Day weekend and we decided to go for a drive through the canyon up to Lake Isabella. While we were there we decided to camp out in the canyon by the river. We set up a little pup tent and settled in for the night.
Then the both of us, unknowingly spent the entire night wide awake because of the noises in the bushes. We waited for daybreak, just knowing some serial killer was sneaking up on us. No joke actually, there had been several severed body parts found wrapped in black plastic bags up and down the canyon. Of course, we were unaware of it at the time but still....
Even though neither of us got any sleep it still is a fond and favorite memory for the both of us.
