Appraisal went well. Details to follow tomorrow.
Today…When Points Attack. Wilderness Points. The Points of No Return.
Sometimes I have a problem with making choices.
I am also making a camping trip to a totally souped-up, family-style campground complete with power and water at each site sound like “Into Thin Air.” (I am NEVER going to read that book, by the way.) But one of my charms is my flair for the dramatic.
Let’s just say.
So Friday afternoon we stuffed a ’96 Camry full past the point of all reasonable tolerances with everything we thought we might possibly need for two days roughing it surrounded by 200 other campers and with a mini-mart 150 yards from us. And we STILL forget a few key things like the big spoon, one sleeping bag and mosquito repellent.
Mosquitos like hopped up Christmas shoppers on Black Friday and we were the 50% off DVD players. I think the kids got a little over-zealous with the mosquito swatting, though. It seemed at the end like it was really just an excuse to whap someone for fun and profit.
So here’s a lovely 66-square-foot fixer-upper with excellent ventilation and a charming retro canvas floor.
The view looking straight up. I love this view. I live for this view. I never. ever. get tired of this view.
Here we have Teenagers In Repose with Food:
Here is Man and Guitar in Nature:
We also had the River Campsite #20 Blues Review make a guest appearance:
That’s Child A in the foreground playing the drum practice-pad, Himself in the background on miniature guitar killing a mosquito on his forehead, and Child B in the middle on aluminum water bottle. He also doubled on marshmallow.
Here we have Girl Overdressed at Beach.
She did break down and change eventually. It was gorgeous out.
Here looking downriver. Or maybe upriver. Possibly between river or over river. I’m a little iffy on the prepositions.
And here we have some Wildlife.
This was about as wild as it got. Polliwogs. There were also many stellar jays squawking in chorus, some bird that we never saw that sounded like a mewling kitten, and a rampaging herd of raccoons that we saw skitter down the redwood trees. Oh, and vicious, crumb-stealing squirrels.
This, of course, was one of my recreational reading selections.
Which should garner me some points, but then I am so going to pay for this:
Yes, that is a can of beans being cooked directly on the campstove because I did not want to have to deal with cleaning another pot in cold water. In my defense, please notice that I took the paper wrapper off first.
And here we have corn on the cob:
Being cooked over the amazing won’t-stay-lit-unless-you’re-looking-at-it camp fire. This was a game we played, this fire and I. I would get it burning at a nice clip, then I would look away. I would turn back and it would be nearly out. Stoke the flame, look away, come back to dead fire. It was like a Bugs Bunny cartoon without the soundtrack.
I blame the vicious squirrels.
And here is a perfect example of Campfirus S’morsalicious:
And finally, one shot of the fire that Himself made.
Actually, he made fires like this many times. But even he wasn’t up to besting the amazing-put-itself-out-so-you-all-can-eat-raw-corn-fire.
And now for the points!
Previous score: +21 Martha Points
- Remembering aluminum foil and a sponge: +3 points
- Forgetting anything with which to stir beans or eggs: -4 points
- Forgetting one sleeping bag and one air-mattress: -5 points
- Redistributing spare blankets and comforters: +3 points
- Freezing my arse off when the nighttime temperature dropped to 80 below and shoving myself up so close to himself that he fell off the air mattress: -6 points
- Cooking eggs and bacon over a campstove: +4 points
- Cooking beans in the can they came in: -8 points
- Rampant mosquito death via repellent and swatting: +6 points (I think, I mean, I know it’s insect murder, but I get positive points for mosquitos, right?)
Bringing my new total to: +14 points
Hmmm…I thought I was going to come out better than that. It was that damned can. I knew it would come back and bite me in the arse.