Charlie had to head back on Saturday to prepare for his talk on Sunday morning at church, so Zach and I stayed behind and headed back in the morning. Well we finally found the entrance to the river that ran along the camp grounds. We had a blast swimming in the river, but Zach loved to throw rock and after the third time telling him "no" it was time to get out and let me say he hated it!! Anyways, he screamed all the way back to our campsite which was on the opposite end of the camp grounds. As I sat him down on the picnic bench, telling him to sit still while I get our things to take a shower he was saying "okay, okay" in a muffled cry and sucking in air. So then with bag over my shoulder and Zachery in my arms we headed to the bathroom to take our shower. Well once we were there and he realized that we were getting in the shower a new scream came ... a scream of terror. Have we ever mentioned that Zach is terrified of showers?? Anyways, after trying to calm him down and trying to tell him that I would take a shower with him I had to toughen up, I got in the shower with him, washed him as fast as I could, and got out. When we were finally out of the shower and I was wrapping him in a towel and trying to calm him down, I was sure that the police or child protective services would be trolling in at any moment. Then our friends made it to the bathroom to start cleaning up and I was able to jump in the shower. As I was gathering all our belongings, as quickly as possible because Zach was still crying and asking to leave, he was walking along the slick concrete floor and whoosh he slipped and land on his back and hit his head. It was the final straw for him, he was so ready to get out of there!! Anyways, I just hope that I didn't scare him forever, because I loved camping and have missed being able to go ... it helps to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life here in the city.
