While growing up camping was the vacation of choice for my family. For years I’ve had many fond memories of camp fires, fishing, star gazing, and hiking through forests. But in recent years these fond memories have been tarnished with a healthy dose of reality. True, we enjoyed many beautiful and semi-pristine, natural locations, but driving for hours to get there over un-maintained gravel roads surrounded on both sides by steep crevices and sheer cliffs escaped my early attentions. Sleeping in tents was thrilling because only a thin sheet of nylon separated you from the great outdoors. It was as close to nature as one could get. Now fears of ax-wielding psychopaths, and the fact that only a thin sheet of nylon separates you from the afore-mentioned wildlife now instill paranoia rather than excitement. But these hazards (imagined or real) could easily be overlooked in order to provide my girls with fond childhood memories… personal discomfort can not. This may be way more information than any of you need or want to know, but I need to use the bathroom several times during any given night. Trekking great distances over uneven terrain to use public restrooms, or worse, outhouses, sounds less than appealing. And I doubt that other campers in the vicinity would like to be awakened to loud profanity spewing forth from a middle-aged woman who stubbed her toe on a log. In addition to the late night excursions there is the issue of sleeping on the ground. Sleeping on the ground is fine if you’re under 25 or so. I’m 40. I don’t do the ground without serious consequences.
Why am I bringing all of this up? Because my daughters have wanted to go camping for several years. My Dh does NOT camp, fish, etc. Ever. So the girls and I went camping. Here they are at bedtime in the tent. We read lots of books instead of telling ghost stories. Everyone used the bathroom several times before zipping up for the night. They all shared an air mattress and I slept on a foam pad (that’s my knitting bag next to A2 & Stitch). We ate S’mores… okay, so we ate the chocolate bars and decided to save the graham crackers and marshmallows. Nobody fought at all or cried and we all had a fairly good night’s sleep with only one trip to the restroom and minimal mosquito bites. With 2 cups of coffee and a dose of Advil I’m not even that stiff. We’ll definately try this again.
Oh, the campground. It was rustic, but close to home.
This is the back deck off of our bedroom. Hey, one step at a time folks. I’m not supermom.
While downing my second cup of coffee I noticed that one of our houseplants is blooming. I have no idea what this plant is called. Hopefully this isn’t a sign that it’s dying, etc.
Last night while the girls giggled and read in the tent I finally finished up a pair of socks that has been on the needles for way too long. These are intended for a friend who has very small feet (size 5 1/2 or 6). I’m very apprehensive because there is no way to know if they’ll fit until after she receives them. There are no Cinderellas in this house to try them on for size.
I’ve joined Cindy in spinning for 10 minutes per day. Yesterday I squeezed about 30 in total between laundry cycles. I’d love a few more bobbins, but those suitable for use with the Woolee Winder cost over $30.00 each, not including the $8.00 for shipping. If the Woolee Winder guy is in Eugene at BSG this weekend I’ll see about getting one there. The “plan” is to drive down with A1, early Saturday morning, meet up with A1’s friend, wander around, meet up with the East side crew and then come home in the late afternoon.
Time for more Advil and I still need to pack up the camp site. Cheers!