Stinky Feet Sunday

Two summers ago, we went camping with our friends April and Eric.

We rented a campsite in the Enchanted Rock National Park near Fredericksburg, Texas. 

It was a fun weekend. James and I had lived together for about six months, and we were still learning about each other.

You know, those quirky little things that your significant other will do when their defenses are down and they wholly trust you?

Like the fact that I *hate* wearing makeup and will only wear it if it’s completely necessary.

Or how James keeps an army of empty Dr Pepper cans near his computer because he’s too lazy to throw them away he likes the support of his Dr Pepper Army.

Well, I learned something about my future husband during this camping trip that I will never, ever forget.

You see, the cool thing about this state park is that there is this *huge* slab of pink granite (Enchanted Rock) that you can climb.

And by goodness, we were going to climb it.

We got there early Saturday morning and checked in to our site. We had rented a “primitive” site (aka – no vehicle access). We had to carry all of our supplies on our backs and hike about 2 miles to the site. It was a long (but fun) hike. 

Once we made it to the site, we set up our tents.

We had bought a tent just for the occasion. James insisted that we just needed a two-person tent.

He didn’t want to have to carry anything too heavy.

Fine by me. That just meant I got to snuggle closer to my honey, right?

So we set up camp and had some lunch. Then, we decided to hike up to the top of Enchanted Rock.

It was really awesome. The view was stunning. 

I insisted on taking photos during our adventure.

Sometimes, I think our friends get tired of me trying to “document” our adventures.

What can I say? I guess it’s just one of my little quirks.

Aren’t April and Eric cute?

This was during the Lumberjack Beard phase. I miss the Lumberjack Beard. 

After a while, the sun started to set and we packed up our gear and headed back to the campsite. 

Now, I want you to imagine: We’ve been hiking *all* day. We’re all a little sweaty and gross. And tired.

Boy are we tired.

We got back to the camp site and ate dinner. Soon, it was time for bed.

Remember that teeny, tiny tent that we bought?

Remember how excited I was to share that small space with my fiance?

Well, my excitement quickly faded when he took his shoes off.

Seriously. His feet were *so* stinky.

I thought I was going to suffocate.

April and Eric were glad that they had set their tent up on the other side of the camp site. They could smell it all the way over there.

We slept with the tent door cracked to try to get some of the stinky air out.

That is, until I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a GIANT raccoon going through our trash. Seriously, it was the *biggest* raccoon I’ve ever seen.

The morale of this story: Don’t ever, ever, ever leave home without Odor Eaters. And maybe some nose plugs.

So why bring this up today?

Well, we are having what I like to call a Lazy Sunday. We’re watching old episodes of the Big Bang Theory. I’m sitting on the end of the couch, and James is laying with his head at the other end, Kaylee cuddled up next to him.

Can’t get any better than that, right?

Well, except for the stinky feet that are currently nestled in my lap.

I guess there’s no changing my man. Or his stinky feet.