Keep In Touch With Old Friends

Last week, my mom stumbled upon this little gem.  I must have written this post card on the way home from one of our traditional camping trips.  Each summer, we would camp with my dad's friend and his four kids that were around the same age as my brothers and I.   Apparently, I forgot to deliver it to "the car in front of us; Chevy, Suburban".  Derp.

Testament to my awkwardness

Shortly the find, I shared it with my friend and--after DYING of laughter--she invited me to visit her in North Carolina in April.  For those of you that know me, I do not take invitations lightly.  I will assume you're serious.  And show up at your doorstep.  Probably with beer in tow.

Although we've kept in touch via Facebook and telephone, I haven't seen this friend in over ten years!  After booking my airfare, I looked through some old camping pictures...we really did a lot of growing up together:

Apparently at the hand-game phase of our lives, I also thought it was cool to forget pants.

Camping trip fun

At this point, we were really into Phase Ten (a joint obsession), playing poker for candy wagers, and being general goofballs.

Goofing off at the cabin

Enter the overall phase, stage left.

Best Friends


AK_Copper Falls

From what I remember, this picture is from the last time we saw each other.  I think it's safe to say that this is prime awkward territory (read: I'm wearing an Amber"cow"bie and "Fish" t-shirt).

Riding ATVs at the end of a daddy-daughter canoe trip

I can't even wait!!!!! Is it April yet?!