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I just got back yesterday from an amazing time with some awesome writing friends. We visited our friend Gabrielle Meyer‘s home in Little Falls, Minnesota.

We set aside some time each day for brainstorming our next stories (on Wednesday, Melissa Tagg will be sharing a little bit about what we each came up with!). I’m very excited to finish revising my current story and get started on this next one.

Brainstorming next to the river in Gabe’s backyard.

But we didn’t just spend time writing. No, we did a lot of sightseeing and hanging out as well.

Here we are above the Mississippi River (which I’d never seen before!):

Melissa, Gabrielle, Alena, and me!

 And here we are eating lunch on Lake Alexander:

Beautiful day!

We also took some time to celebrate our 2013 writing accomplishments, including agent signings, book releases (Made to Last by Melissa Tagg comes out September 15!), contest finals, finishing book revisions, etc.

To celebrate, we got dressed up and attended a fancy fundraiser dinner at Linden Hill.

My pretty friends!

We also had fun driving around in Gabe’s husband’s Jeep. We took this picture for our friend Beth Vogt, whose second book, Catch a Falling Star, features a red Jeep on the cover.

Chillaxin’.

Gabe also took us to a lot of historic sites, and since she used to be a tour guide, she’s darn good at it! Charles Lindbergh grew up in Little Falls, so we visited his old home and the state park named for him.

And that is where the ticks come in.

*deep breath*

We were taking a walk through the state park–on a trail, mind you–and Gabe was teasing me about the term “cidiot.” As in, a citified person who is stupid about all things country.

She laughed and said she wasn’t calling me that…but c’mon. I’m about as cidiot as they come. Bugs and me = no bueno.

So we’re walking through this grass, and Gabe says, “You know, this is the kind of grass where we’d be most likely to find wood ticks.” She laughs.

Alena looks down and squeals. We all look down and squeal.

There are like thirty-bajillion (or just thirty, but um, ew!) wood ticks crawling on my pants.

We start racing away from the ticks–me screaming “I don’t like it, I don’t like it” over and over again–as if we can outrun them. I mean, they’re on our pants. Already stuck. But dude, I ran away from those creepy crawlies as if they were a T-rex and I was in Jurassic Park.

In fact, in her amusement, Gabe snapped a shot of me in all my whiny glory. Notice Alena is just laughing.

I may have returned to 115-degree weather in Phoenix, but at least we don’t have wood ticks.

I’m still shuddering and imaging I have them all over me. Pretty sure I dreamed about them too.

But seriously. Other than what will forever go down in history as the “tick incident,” I had an amazing time. There’s nothing like spending time with other people who just get you so totally and completely. I’m so blessed to have each of my writer friends in my life, and to be following this calling God has laid on my heart.

Your Turn: Ever had a really horrid bug encounter? Do share! 

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Gabrielle is sharing more pics and her perspective on the weekend at her blog today! Check it out.