Camp Dundon

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Two weekends ago the Dundon clan met in the woods of Oregon to have themselves a campout. Michael and I began our journey to Camp Dundon by sharing a Senior Moment together. In the pics above you see Michael loading my truck in Springfield. He did such a good job, I captured a visual record. So far, so good.

When we got the Jenifer’s house, I went to fill up the blue and white water jug, but, it was nowhere to be found.

“Did you pack the blue water jug?” I asked my old friend of forty two years.
“Yeah. I put it in the back.”
“Well, it’s not there!”
“Did we leave it on the curb?”
“We must have.”
“I can’t find the food for Mongolian beef.”
“Did you put it in the cooler?” Michael asks.
“I must have.”

At Camp Dundon I gave Jennifer the bad news, that her mother overheard. Dianne is an expert camper, and was off to the store to buy the last green peppers on the river. Luckily, I had a big pot in my truck because I must have left my rice pan on the curb, also.

“Alls well, that ends well.”

When Jennifer raved about my rice, saying it was perfect for camp rice, I blushed. When I got home I found my rice pan on the my kitchen counter, next to my peppers and mushrooms. As for the blue jug, I found it on my cell phone, right where Michael put it. However, he didn’t shut the door tight, and, it fell out on the road. But, then maybe I shut the door wrong. Whatever!

I found all the Dundon Children to be special, and formed a bond with them all. I thank Michael and his children for sharing the newest batch of Dundons who have been very obediant to God’s first commandment;

“Be fruitful and multiply

Love

Uncle greg