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Thoughts on the Weekend

  • I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – we take entirely too much stuff camping.
  • We had a first – We set up for camp, had a good weekend together as a family, and broke down camp without any of us needing psychological counseling afterward.
  • To the people who camped around us all weekend, I am sorry from the bottom of my heart.
    • Those pop guns I bought for Boo to play with make a sound that really carries, don’t they?
  • Quote of the weekend, by Girlie Bear:  “I’m not a smartass.  I’m just being sarcastic.  And I am your daughter, aren’t I?”
  • The cost of firewood is too damn high!
    • First they tell us to not bring our own firewood because we’ll spread pests and diseases.
    • Then they start selling firewood to us at the state park, 5 or 6 pieces of wood to a bundle.
    • It cost me $10 for the two bundles of firewood it took to hold a frankfurter roast and a marshmallow toast.
    • The choice – Contribute to a gouging government monopoly or risk spreading diseases that could wipe out whole forests.
  • Taking the kids blueberry picking on Friday was ingenious, if I do say so myself.
    • It gave them something to do other than hang around camp, and they actually seemed to enjoy themselves.
    • Boo ate so many blueberries right off the bushes that I gave the cashier an extra $5.
    • If the image you have is of five bears of varying sizes foraging, you’re not too far off the mark.
    • Irish Woman is preparing 16 pounds of fresh blueberries with almost the same diameter as a quarter as I speak.
    • I see a lot of pancakes, jam, and muffins in my future.
  • My venison stew turned out rather well.
    • It was mentioned that it would have been more appropriate for late fall, but everyone who ate it cleaned out their bowl, so I guess they liked it.
  • There is nothing like waking up to the sound of birds chirping, the feeling of dew on the grass under your feet, and the smell of ganja from two campsites over as your neighbor enjoys a little wake and bake.
  • We took Boo swimming for a while, but he still doesn’t understand that it’s not a good idea to not drink the lake water.
    • Entirely my fault.  The boy swims almost exclusively in pool water that’s cleaner than the stuff that comes out of the tap.
    • No dysentery so far, but we’re keeping an eye on him.
  • When the temperature dropped 10 degrees in an hour and the sky darkened, we battened down the hatches.
    • I’m  proud to say that neither the new tent nor the screen tent had any problems in the winds and light rain that hit us.
  • Saturday night I found myself in a bidding war in a silent auction with a 10 year old girl over a toy microscope.
    • I’m not going to say that I corrupted the process by buying off the competition, but it was cheaper than family drama.
  • On Thursday, Boo was “The Young Prince” to his mother.  By Sunday morning, he was “That Boy”.
    • Maybe we had a little too much family togetherness.
  • Mental note – Do not use the term “Martha Stewart bullshit” when describing Irish Woman’s efforts to notch the top of the omelets in a bag so that people could tell the difference between ham, sausage, and bacon.
    • We had neglected to bring a permanent marker.
    • No, I hadn’t had coffee yet.  No excuses, though.
  • The theme of breakfast on Sunday was “Do not cook what’s right; cook what’s left”.
    • I hate bringing food home from a camping trip.
  • We continued the age-old family tradition of driving through cloud bursts after packing all of the dry camping gear in the back of the truck again this year.
    • Now I just need a day or two of dry weather to set up the tent.
  • Moonshine and Bluegrass were very happy to see me when I picked them up from the kennel today.
    • If Moonie is a little calmer by this time next year, he’ll start going camping with us.
  • It is rather difficult to drive a standard transmission on the truck when you have an 80 pound dog cuddled up in the crook of your arm.
  • It is also difficult to drive in traffic when he won’t stop licking your face.
  • I won’t even talk about trying to drive after he licks your eyeglasses.
  • Answer to the “Dad, I’m bored” comment from Girlie Bear today – “Go clean your room and then do some pushups”.
  • Later on, she complained that it was impossible to go for a walk in our little town.
    • Guess who packed up his daughter after making sure she had her phone, music device, and water bottle, dropped her off at the far eastern side of the nearest park, and told her that she’d be picked up in two hours at the playground on the far western side of said park?
  • If beer counts as a carb in your diet, does hard cider count as a fruit/vegetable?
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  1. Frank

     /  June 25, 2013

    Pallets make fabulous firewood. I use a chain saw to cut the platform boards from the uprights: I don’t use the uprights in camp, as the nails are a pain to deal with. They get burned in the barrel stove.
    I also have a blue million scraps of lumber scavenged from local construction sites stored in old milk crates in the shop. When I’m going camping, I throw a couple crates in the rig. When I return, they get filled back up in a few days or weeks, as I have time.
    After writing all that, I wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to buy firewood…

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