Rowan. My freaking motormouth over hyper crazy boy is going to drive
me craaaaaazy. He is just so wound up right now. He hasn't stopped
talking since we arrived at camp. He has managed to work Eliana into
the same tizzy. He talked through dinner. I haven't had a moment of
silence since 6:30. At home there are separate areas, different
floors. Here: one room.
Our campsite is a mud pit. We will be lucky if we can get the trailer
out on Monday. We are hoping our friend's 4x4 truck will be able to
tow us out. We have already sunk 1".
The Mosquitos are awful.
We do this for fun?
Julia
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