Between my sophomore and junior year of high school I went with my family camping in Minnesota. I was so excited, I had never been there and my mom told me all about the beautiful lakes and how at some of the lakes were amazing for fishing. I have always been a tomboy and my mom was too when she was growing up. My grandfather, before he retired, ran a Boy Scout camp in Colorado Springs. So while my mom was growing up, she would spend most of summers camping out and just hanging with the boys. My mom passed her tomboy genes on to me and we couldn’t wait to go camping.
The camp ground we went to was gorgeous, there weren’t many people there and the lake was huge. We set up camp in the late afternoon and we were getting ready to start dinner, when the mosquitoes came out by the thousands. I couldn’t believe how many there were. Within minutes I had a dozen bug bites and couldn’t stop scratching and the bug spray wasn’t helping. We had to retreat to our tent, but someone (a.k.a. my little brother) forgot to zip the tent up all the way, so the mosquitoes still got in our tent! That first night was miserable; I could feel the bug bites and couldn’t stop starching them. Then next morning we made a special trip to the closest bait shop, that was a thirty minute drive from camp, to see if they had a solution to the misquotes. Of course the guy behind the counter wasn’t aware that there was a misquote problem. He had lived in Minnesota all his life, so he was use to the mosquitoes. He didn’t have any useful tips. So we just had to deal with the mosquitoes. Other than the mosquitoes, our trip was incredible. We had time to just relax and enjoy the stunning scenery. We want to go back sometime, but we will just have to find a way to discourage those dreaded misquotes.
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