Annoying Friend Who ... ((top)) — -eng- Camp With Mom And My

The next morning, we set out for Eagle’s Peak. The trail was steep, winding through dense thickets of ferns. I wanted to soak in the silence, to hear the birds and the rustle of the wind. Leo, however, wanted to talk about every movie he’d seen in the last three years.

While my mom calmly set up the "Command Center" (her name for the dining fly), Leo and I were tasked with the tent. Now, I’ve pitched a tent dozens of times. Leo, on the other hand, treated the fiberglass poles like they were alien technology. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...

After the initial chaos, we all sat on the shore. Mom shared stories about her own childhood camping trips, many of which involved her being just as "annoying" as Leo. The next morning, we set out for Eagle’s Peak

Leo has been my best friend since kindergarten, but “best friend” is often synonymous with “chief source of irritation.” My mom, being the saint she is, had invited him along because his parents were busy moving. So there I was, sandwiched between a cooler and a sleeping bag, listening to Leo narrate his entire mobile game strategy while we drove toward the wilderness. The Arrival: Chaos in the Pines Leo, however, wanted to talk about every movie

We went through an entire bag of marshmallows. Leo burned every single one of his until they were charred black husks. "It’s the smoky flavor," he insisted, charcoal smeared across his cheek.