The camping was wonderful. We arrived and there was just one guy on the opposite side of the area, so we practically had it to ourselves. (He had SO MUCH STUFF. A tent, a tarp, a table full of other stuff, but we were too far away for me to gawk properly. That’s as it should be. I’m a non-talking camper.) Lloyd built the fire and it was brilliant. It had coals for cooking within 20 minutes. Good job, Lloyd! I appoint you chief fire-builder from here on out.
We went to bed car pretty early, and no drunk kids showed up. Yay! But a boat-towing truck raced through the loop sometime during the night and startled us. Boo. It got delightfully cold as we slept, which is the absolute best. Double yay!
The morning was also great, with those little glitches that make for good stories. I brought along the camp stove that my brother Mark gave me years and years ago. This is its first outing in the wild, and I was glad to have it. The water for coffee was ready quickly and it was easier making eggs on it. It was NOT good for making toast, and neither was the fire. I’m not sure what do do about the toast situation. Timing food to be ready while camping is difficult. Something is either going to burn or get cold. Or taken by our wasp overlords.
(I just let it have that whole apple. And the plate.)
I (stupidly) didn’t take the rain boots that I cut down, because they didn’t fit with my minimalistic camping experience. Instead I wore my leather shoes, thinking they would keep my feet dry. They did not, and my socks got wet. When I put my feet on the fire ring to warm them, I got a steam burn on the sole of my foot. Dang it! Luckily, the ground was cold and wet, so I just went barefoot and it feels fine now.
Also, I wanted to try making cinnamon rolls in the camp cooker, or as I call it: The Mystery Cooker.
Encasing food in black metal is a fun way to cook. You can peek at it, but then you might wreck your food.
Is it done? No.
Is it done? No.
Is it done? No.
Is it done? It is burnt.
No matter! I love camping! Every part – especially making fun of people who try to waterski at 9 in the morning when it is 59 degrees out.
Those people are crazy. And brave. Crazy brave.
Brad says
I like reading about your camping adventures. It’s like I’m camping, but I still get to sleep in my bed.
Kristi says
We use our pie-makers for all sorts of stuff: pizzas, reubens, fruit pies. Mmmmm mmmmm good.
Deborah says
I’ve been sleeping with the windows open. Feels like camping, but the bathroom situation is much better.