we went camping about 2 weeks ago. we arrived to find a roaring fire curtsey of k^2 and tod^2, pitched out oh so cute tents on our oh so gigantic campsite, had some fire time and some reading time then called it a night.
the next morning we ate some ham, egg, and cheese sandwiches, chopped some wood, did some reading, packed a lunch and headed to the beach for beach day round 1. we even came back early and had dinner made, eaten and cleaned up from by the time the sun went down.
day two, much the same. blueberry pancakes for breakfast, jerry-rigged some shade with our old rain fly, went for a bike ride, ate a quick lunch, then headed out to enjoy beach day 2 red flag swimming and all. we were feeling pretty good about ourselves.
and then they came.
they were us, only better.
like us they were real campers. here for the outdoors, ready to unplug their lives for the weekend, ok with being technology-less for 48 hours, ok with sleeping on the ground in a reasonably sized tent just big enough for the one purpose they were designed for....sleeping.
unlike us they had skills. mad skillz.
they hung a tarp which put our makeshift rain fly cover to shame. (the guy climbed a TREE!)
they chopped wood like us, only faster.
they pitched their tent and THEN dug a trench around it. (this perhaps a little over kill since there was a 10% chance of rain that night)
they even made friends with Riley, the old dog from our neighboring campsite.
camping envy set in deep.
needless to say we watched them, we watched closely...looking to pick up tips.
they barely talked to each other.
unlike us, they wern't cool enough to have bikes.
they were camping but seemed angry.
the 10% of rain came. he struggled with the rain fly while she laid in bed. he even dropped the f-bomb. "all this work for five f-ing seconds of rain?"
we had the same rain. we threw the rain fly on, got out the chairs, laughed, then pulled out our books.
when we camp we have fun. we talk, we laugh, we rejuvenate.
i'll take our good times, non-trenched tents, makeshift shade, over their perfect shade, quickly chopped wood, angry times any day.
more pics from the fabulous camping extravaganza can be found here
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I heart you Ams. You get down to what really matters and say it beautifully.
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