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: