I obsess about camping. I mean, I obsess. Nearly every night, the last thing I look at on my iPad to put myself to sleep is the ‘camping’ category on StumbleUpon. I don’t know why – I guess it’s an escape thing. I live with a Rich Inner World, so imagining and planning for spending time outside is not a bad way to daydream.
Anyway, I wanted to camp for our anniversary, but just like last year – it worked out to go later. Good thing, too, because otherwise we might have run into the Down Family.
They seem like a strong, literate bunch. (Those are rocks.)
The weather was nice and cool, we had a tent to use by the lake this time, and I had a new ‘Camp Cooker’ to try out. We arrived later than I liked, but the entire area was vacant! We decided to use the middle shelter that the drunk kids usually take, in the hopes that it would drive them away. We were in luck, though, because they never showed up! The only other campers were a dad and his three little kids. (We visited with them in the morning and I told him he was a great dad for taking them out like that.
Also, he was very handsome.
Also, I looked like a homeless person.
Also, I am married.)
The Camp Cooker was a successful experiment. I brought supplies so we could try different sandwiches: ham and cheddar, turkey and swiss, pizza, and PBB&J (peanut butter, bacon and jelly). I had a little trouble making a good fire (dang it), but overall it was a successful dinner. ‘Successful’ in that if you don’t mind waiting an hour and a half to eat, then eating a half-sandwich every 20 minutes, then we’re golden.
Lloyd is a good sport.
We saw seagulls, pelicans, an impossibly bright full moon, enjoyed our small but warm fire, and finally got to use the Habitent for real! In fact, the only downside is that since my kids have been watching Doc McStuffins as the pre-nap video, all my Inner Silence was replaced with that stupidly catchy theme song, even when I woke up at night.
Ron Swanson would agree:
Gretchen says
Looks like fun! So much fun that I am almost tempted to go camping myself! But then I remember my vow to sleep in my own bed for 365 consecutive nights. I have 361 nights to go.
Lauren says
Ha! I laughed out loud. 🙂 Honor that vow.
Gretchen says
And on a completely unrelated note, the worship leader at our new church is Lloyd’s hipster doppelgänger. Seriously, it is uncanny. One of these days I will be brave enough to get a picture.
Brad says
Haha! Ron Swanson is awesome. I still haven’t watched that show though. My stupid DVR is full of stupid shows and I don’t have time for them all
I previously wrote this comment with an accidental “b” in the name slot. It’s in moderation.
Lauren's dad says
Perhaps a second Camp Cooker would be in order?
Lauren says
I don’t think so, and for a couple of reasons: 1) Lloyd said he liked the novelty of it, but he really prefers having brats. 2) Under our camping agreement, Lloyd has a strict ‘no work’ clause. I can’t make him hold a cooker or I’ll be in breech of contract. 😉
Kristi says
Okay, I looked at the name of your post, and it says “cRamping with Doc McStuffins.” I wondered if your post was going to be about womanly things with a very interesting doctor.
Then I wondered if you were cramming all sorts of fun activities into your weekend, but the Doc McStuffins reference meant nothing.
Still sorting it all out.
Lauren says
Ha! It’s what I call camping in the Prius. It’s really quite cramped. 😀