I had a pretty lousy time. I only went because Dad wanted me to drive. We got up there (Crowder's Mountain, David's Castle) and I sat between some rocks to block the wind and I read my magazines. It began to rain a bit while they were setting up to go rock climbing and so they packed it all up. And then it stopped. So they unpacked and went rock climbing. I stayed and pulled out Kurt Vonnegut's "Slaughter House Five" and eventually fell asleep. It rained on me, but I was below a tree so didn't get to wet. They finished climbing, came back, woke me up, packed up, and we left. We stopped by Krystal, but I've always been of the firm opinion that Krystal and White Castle SUCK! Because who want's teeny burgers that are mostly bread? Not I, said the mouse. I got a "Corn Pup". A miniature corn dog. Decent, but MINIATURE! So, we left home at 11:30 and got home at 9:30. What a productive day! Not.

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