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So the camping trip went well. The food was decent the rain was FREEZING but the fire (ehh FIRE ehhh) was wonderful. Mostly it was nice to get away and cuddle with J, who spent the weekend smelling like woodsmoke and man...mmmm. Anyway, we had a blast and the time went was too fast. The strangest part of the weekend was that we had a raccoon that kept coming back to our campsite. He showed up three times in the same night. The last time I was in bed and J had gone to the bathroom when I hear something out side. So I was laying there calling J's name and scared the crap out of this raccoon. Of course, I'm being paranoid because I'm naked in a tent with strange noises going on outside....
