We returned this afternoon from our Labor Day Weekend Campout to Two Mile Run County Park. This is the absolute closest place to camp to our home - only 17 miles from driveway to campground. We had a great time despite the NOISE. Yes - noise - and not just people noise, which I kind of anticipated on a long weekend. Let me elaborate. Tri City Speedway, NW PA's fastest dirt half mile, is only about 3 miles as the crow flies from the campground. They normally race on Sunday nights. My plan was, camp Friday and Saturday night - come home Sunday to avoid the noise. On our local radio station, I've been hearing a commercial for the World of Outlaws Big Block Modified Show, but could never hear what the date was. Guess what? Yeah - Labor Day weekend. So - from 7 PM to 12:30 AM both Friday and Saturday night, we were treated to the roar of 396's, 413's and 427's. Man - don't get me wrong - I love to WATCH racing..... but listen to it? No way. All I could think of every time a heat race would start is Darrell Waltrip's start to NASCAR races, "Boogity, boogity, boogity - let's go racin' boys !!" Amazingly, we all did fall asleep before the shows were over both nights. While we weren't being subjected to the carburated, fire breathing big blocks, we had a great time. Like Cook Forest in the past, we kind of dismissed this campground on the premise that, "Anything close to home can't be worth a hoot," so this was our first time camping there. The campground is nice, very nice. The sites are so large, many of you would not believe it. They are tucked in amongst a hardwood forest and are private and shady. The kids and Betsy went to the beach on Saturday, while I went hiking. Today, we took a family hike. Oh - and this was our first experience with taking the dog along and had a real heart stopper on Saturday morning about 4 AM. Daphne, our dachshund, is 11 years old and not in good health. She is diabetic and blind. We could tell when we went to bed that she was really tired from the day's activities. At 4 AM, Betsy woke to check on Daphne. She picked her up off of Robert's bed and she was limp as a dish rag. She jostled her a little and moved her around - no response. She woke me in a not too loud but frantic tone, "David - Daphne's dead !!" I sat straight up in bed. I took her and she was very lethargic, but I thought she was still breathing. I confirmed that by putting my face right in her's and getting a nice big wiff of doggie breath. She was okay - just very tired. Her sugar may have been out of whack, too, from the change in routine. Still - both our heart's were pounding in our chests. Photos of the weekend are forthcoming. I am in the process of uploading them to Picasa right now. As soon as I get done - I'll post the link. I guess my days of not camping on holidays and writing off my local hot spots are over, folks !!