The capital of New Hampshire is not "That One Place, Oh Shoot."
Yesterday I went camping. Today I am le tired. This is mostly due to the fact that the temperature dropped about 45 degrees in the night and I spent a good amount of time while I should have been sleeping instead having completely insane dreams which woke me up (thanks to the mini-brats, perhaps... but my my, they were delicious), then realizing that my face was cold, and attempting to re-adjust my sleeping bag in the dark to remedy this problem without sliding off my Thermarest. It probably didn't help that I forgot my coat (and socks) at home. Genius.
I have discovered the new greatest thing to do while car-camping! Find the local thrift store and peruse the game bin. Not only will you find something which may or may not have all the pieces, it will probably cost you about $2.04 and provide hours of entertainment. We played the Discover America game and learned that we are woefully bad at naming state capitals. I knew them all in fifth grade, I wonder what happened.
I also brought The Field Guide to Bigfoot, Yeti, and Other Mystery Primates Worldwide just in case we needed to identify a mystery primate. I thought I saw one at one point, but it was just a small dog. Another sighting turned out to be an elderly woman in a furry coat. Alas.
All in all, a successful camping excursion despite the lack of mystery primates and the fact that I couldn't remember Lansing, Michigan. Thus I declare camping season open!
Mountains, see you in a few months!