Monkey Donut World

       Sorry everybody for such a long silence… The spring is here, got busy chasing bunnies, catching flies in mid-air and going to a park for a swim … But even that gets old… So I was getting bored… I waned an adventuRRRe!

 

         I was getting more bored…

         

THEN, Dad decided to take me and Mom camping! Yes!!! Me first! In the car! I am Rready! It was Mom’s and mine first time ever!

           We went through Estes Park, Co and looked at the Stanley Hotel (some spooky stuff happens there, my Dad said something about The Shining)

 

         Then we took a long drive over the Continental Divide across the Rocky Mountains by Trail Ridge road, the highest continuosly paved road in the country.

       

          We were so high up, the trees stopped growing there! (Over 12,000 feet up). There was even snow!

          We were in tundRRa! My Mom hiked to a top of a hill, where she could see Wyoming from one side and New Mexico from the other one.

       Dad and I stayed in the car making bets if she gets to the top. She did!

 

         After we crossed the Divide and went down the other side, we started seeing stuff… like the biggest dog I’ve ever known. Dad said it was a Moose. As we kept driving, we saw more and more of those Meese ( I guess that’s the word…)

        Finally we got to the campside, near Grand Lake, but it was rainy and a little muddy. Mom said it rains every afternoon here.

          Luckily, Dad found some firewood, that was kinda dry for the fire. (Cause you can’t go camping without a fire.) I was helping him to move the logs. The ones I liked the most, I put in my own separate pile to chew on later. By some reason, he wanted to take them away from me… I guess they were his favorite too. Ha-ha. I got them first!

            Anywho… after some struggle Mom and Dad got the tent up. (Finally!) I was stupidvizing, testing the airbed and guarding the cooler.

             OH! Suddenly I had an out-of-body experience I think… I was looking at myself, sneaking through the campside. ( Gosh! – my Dad said. — That’s a fox!) Then I realized it wasn’t me. It was an intruder trying to get to MY cooler. He didn’t even have a collar on. “Bad doggie!”

In the evening when the fire was crackling and my parents attempted to do S’mores, I smelled the intruder again and ran to chase him off. My Mom went to chase after me and we all slipped in the mud. I could hear the evil chuckling of the fox, making fun of me. I didn’t like it and he’d better watch his back.

          We all went to bed. I tried to get out a few times to check on a cooler. Everything was good but it got very very cold. I wanna go home! That’s what Mom was saying too. We made it through the night. But as soon as the sun rose, we were up and were ready to get the *** out of there. I slept all the way back dreaming about the big bone with the peanut butter filling. The One that I finally got a chance to bury in the mud behind the bush. It’d better still be there!

 

 

 Till Next Time,

Yours Monkey

 

 

 

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