- I love camping. I said as much many (read: many) times over the past week. Len refuses to venture an guess on just how many many really is. (That's a fun sentence.) He feels the same, however, and is therefore very tolerant of my enthusiastic declarations and in no way threatened by this love.
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| Dining tent. |
- I realized on this trip that I am a particular camper. It is part of my morning routine to straighten the tent, make the 'bed', line up my shoes and open up all the curtains. I do the same in the dining tent: things have their place and after they're used and washed, back in their place they go. I like my campsite to be tidy. It makes me feel rested and calm. I could at this moment draw direct correlations about what that could mean if I applied this to my home, but I won't. Seriously. Let's not go there.
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| The awesome fire that Thelma built. |
- I like fire. Building fires. Poking fires. Attempting to make grilled cheese sandwiches in the rain over a fire. Len asked me one morning what my attraction to fire was, and I didn't have a better answer than, 'I just do.' We only built one fire and when I say we I really mean me; not so much because Len lacks superior fire-building skills but more because I wouldn't let him near it. Did I mention I'm particular?
- I handle bugs better whilst camping. I have a particular aversion to them joining me in my home, workplace, vehicle, etc. If, instead, I am encroaching on their territory I seem to better handle their presence. Correctly identifying a tick is still cause for major 'creepy crawly feeling', however, location not withstanding.
- Len packs a mean car. Check it out:
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| Rock on, little Matrix, rock on. |
- Raccoons will eat just about anything. Except, apparently, blueberries and cheesies. An entire unopened pack of whole wheat wraps? Delicious. Discovering that the wee rascals made off with the wraps just prior to making fajitas? Priceless.
- My family is awesome. Camping with my family? Awesome. Saying goodbye to the family that lives far away? Less so. Much much much less. I would even dare say uber less.
- And so, to sum up: I love camping.
1. Rusty is the pyro in our family. The bigger the fire the better! :)
ReplyDelete2. I agree about bugs and the outdoors. I also agree that ticks are creepy no matter where you are!
3. I'm the lean mean packing machine in our family. :)
4. I think you love camping.
5. I missed you. And may have been stalking you the minute I knew you were home.
yes, I too will admit to being a pyro - I love the fire, building it, playing with it and cooking over it, sometimes even putting it out can be fun. I am amazed at how Steve and obviously Len can put all the 'stuff' into the vehicles. Looks like you had fun! Great stuff!
ReplyDeleteYou sound a lot like me in this post. Love you.
ReplyDeleteMe too: I love camping! (But it's not as much fun by myself.)
ReplyDeleteI agree with everything you said - although I'm willing to let someone else build the fire so that I can play with it.
And a Matrix? Perfect travelling car as I discovered on my road trip out east last summer. Actually, it's a perfect little car all 'round!
Ever made little pies over the fire? With fruit filling oozing out the edges... mmmmmm. Yum!
PS. Our family still refers at times to the "Summer of the $10 Ham". At MacGregor, a raccoon (and probably some friends) walked off with a ham still in its shrinkwrap. Mom has a stuffed raccoon named MacGregor in honour of the event.