The obstreperous camping team of Willden, Wheat, and Thomas decided that winter break would be a fine time for another camping trip, this time to Enchanted Rock, and indeed, it was a fine time. What we did not count on, however, was the snow. It really and truly snowed in the Hill Country, and there was snow on the ground as we drove to Fredericksburg. We stopped for lunch at Rebecca Rather's new Pink Pig, and when we told her we were going tent camping at Enchanted Rock, she looked at us like we were nuts. She was seriously concerned for our well-being, physical and probably mental, and I was, too. However, onward and upward. We arrived at the park and picked out sites right up against the rock, and started a fire before doing just about anything else.
Oh my GOODNESS, it was cold. That night I slept in three layers of tops and bottoms, wool socks, gloves, a hat, and a hood, wrapped in my sleeping bag with a quilt on top. And I was still cold! Luckily, we had our brand-new hats from Nepal to keep our heads nice and toasty. Matt and Shannon picked them up for us on their world travels, and I loved them so much that I named them: NePaul, NePaula, NePaulette, and NePauline.
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