Join me in the final installation of our camping photos: the day I became Adventure Liz.

And how did I earn that title, you ask?

By scrabbling up (and down) a steep rock-covered hill in my Chacos, at one point literally climbing a dozen sharp boulders. That’s right, ROCK CLIMBING! And I said it would never happen.

I actually managed to squeeze in a day of work yesterday. Huzzah! When we return from our vacation, I have a whole month of work lined up, full time, which will be fabulous for our savings account.

No babies, I’m afraid. The “good” news is I got the onslaught of disgusting cramps yesterday, so they won’t bother me during the looooong car rides today and tomorrow. Or, God forbid, at the actual wedding, where I will be wearing a skimpy chiffon dress.

We’re leaving today! And I still have to pack. And get a fake tan. And go to the library for books on tape. And drop my bitches off at the expensive kennel.

I have a feeling San Francisco is not going to be very warm. My fantasy packing is all sundresses and sandals, but my reality packing should include…tights, maybe? Erf.

I’m going to miss the rogs.

I like this shot. The Boy is a good photographer. I keep telling him that!

Finally, to top off a just about perfect camping trip, right after he took this photo…

…I found a heart shaped rock! Yay!

So long, blog logs, we’re off to San Francisco, the gayest city in the world! Heavennnnnn!