My family, being the most All American half Canadians you’ll ever meet, spent Labor Day weekend Kamping.
Yeah, with a K.
We stayed at a KOA? And they seem to be run by someone who really likes the letter K. We were in a Kabin. My parents? In a Kottage.
It was Klassy.
(That’s on the historic highway state trail that we ran on when we were in Hood River a few months back)
The KOA had a $2 all you can eat pancake breakfast every morning. With coffee. It also had trains running by it all night, and a pool full of poorly supervised children! But let’s focus on the positives. Cheap carbs and caffeine.
Blackberries currently being ripe and growing all over so we picked some and added them to the ‘cakes (‘kakes?)
(Fun story: I rode my bike before everyone else was up in attempt to go to a spot by Charburger where I’d found amazing berries the day before. I found a homeless man sleeping standing up, propped up by a stump in my way. Awkward.)
(and I saw him move, so he wasn’t dead.)
You haven’t lived until you’ve heard your mom talk about how delicious Four Loko is.
It pretty much made my life komplete.