Well. You woulda thought it was Halloween around here, or something!
It was! It was Halloween!
I thought it’d take forever to get to my favorite part, the trick or treating and the party and the haunted house . ..
But there was so much to do, the time just flew!
(Hey! I made a rhyme, and I didn’t even try!)
(Hey! I did it again!)
There was the usual stuff on the Friday schedule; Story Time, Bocci, Bubble Play and a Ghostly Cow Hunt.
What? You’ve never done a Ghostly Cow Hunt? You poor, deprived person.
But we also made our own Lake Monsters, to help decorate for Saturday’s party.
And on Saturday, we had a Pumpkin Parade, Arts and Crafts, Water balloon Slingshot, and we made Frankenstein Monsters too . . .
Careful . .. careful . . .
Ack! It’s aliiiiiiiive, I tell you! A-liiiiiive!
After lunch there was an adult Horseshoe Tournament, Jewelry Making for teens, a Spooky Scavenger Hunt for the whole family and a Witch’s Stew Eating Contest.
I wanted to try it too, but Tami said the stew sauce would stain my fur.
“Cool!” I said. “I’ll be a vampire for the party!”
She said, “No.”
Big surprise there.
Finally . . . Finally . . . It was 6:30pm!!! I tried to get everyone to hurry up and start trick or treating to the sites where all the campers were waiting with their wonderful, tasty, yummy candy~
“Everyone stand in front of Frankenstein!” Tami announced.
Oh, pumpkins! I wasn’t fast enough.
She made us stand this way, then that way. Little ones in the front, taller ones in the back. Squish together. Look at me.
She took photo after photo after photo . . .
and the gazillion parents standing with her, took photo, after photo, after photo.
“Hey!” I yelled, “Those poor kids are gonna get eaten by Frankenstein!”
“Oh Maxx!” Tami said, “Stop kidding around! He isn’t real!”
When the last camera was lowered from the parental eyes, I thought, Great! We can go!
But Tami had to stand on her little stool and give the
*insert eye roll here*
FINALLY, she said, “Go have fun!”
Doesn’t she realize we’d get seven extra minutes of trick or treating if she didn’t do all that picture-taking-rule-spouting-stuff!
I want some of those M&M’s . . .
and some of those lollipops . . .
and some of those Air Heads and – wait!
Is that Frankenstein looking at me??
I think he’s looking at me.
Oh! Check out all the candy this smart trick or treater has!
When my little camping friends and I had all the candy our bags could hold, we headed to the lake. What a party Debbie and Maggie had set up!
So many games! Like darts, eyeball stacking, tic-tac-toe toss, bean bag toss, and the fishing-pole-hat-on-the-head challenge.
What? You’ve never tried the fishing-pole-hat-on-the-head challenge? Where have you been camping?? Well, I’d have a picture of it, if Tami hadn’t of been blah-blah-blabbing with all the customers.
The campers could get a tattoo too, but not you-know-who –
(Ha! Another rhyme! )
“It won’t stick to your fur,” the nice tattooing attendants told me.
There were prizes! Like these cool, plastic, glow in the dark, vampire teeth!
Um ~ I think they’re plastic. Right? Plastic?
I got to meet so many cool campers . . .
in so many cool costumes!
And look at this!
That is an impressive amount of ribbons! All from my faaaaaa-vorite place!
Poland Spring Campground!
She’s been collecting them for years.
I even got to play the games myself. Maggie’s is my favorite.
And we can’t forget the grrrrrreat snack! Frosting covered pretzels.
When the party was done, and we’d picked everything up, Tami and I checked out the sunset.
“Going to the Haunted House, Maxx?” Tami asked.
“Yep,” I said. “Going to hide in the store again this year?”
“Yep.” she said.
I sighed. “I wish Halloween could last forever.”
“It can’t last forever, but it can last a week,” Tami said.
“Oh!” I cried, “That’s right! We get to do it all again, don’t we!?”
“We do!” Tami planted a kiss on my nose.
“Can we uninvite the Frankenstein’s though?” I asked.
Tami crossed her arms, and tipped her head to one side. “Why on Earth would you want to do that?”
“‘Cause I don’t trust them! I caught the big one in front of the store, trying to gobble up Maggie and her pet Octopus today . . . ”