Having Entered the World of Pop-Up Camping...
...here's what we found.
It was cold and rainy going to get the camper, and once the camper was acquired, it was still cold and rainy--all the way up and into the Brule! But, we are "broken" now, as in can't go back to the way it was before the pop-up. I caught Jim's cold en route, and if we hadn't had our new little camper, I'da been bitchin' that we need to go home. No sleeping on the ground for this little sickie.
There are a jillion photos that I want to include, but I'll have to be sort of selective. Mike the Fisherman found (not fish, but) a pair of newborn fawns on the riverbank. He brought Jim back to the babies with his camera to capture their amazing camoflage.
It was camping, so S'mores were made and consumed with great glee. Abby the dog can be seen "resting" or "Smaug-dogging" in the lower left corner, under the bench. We got worried about her this trip. She is 12-ish now and it seemed a lot of stress to give an old dog, all that driving and raining and sleeping in a more civilized tent (oh darn). She looked positively exhausted one night, and I thought I might have to dig her a grave at her favorite campground! Some of her ashes will go there someday, but she's fine now.
It was cold and rainy going to get the camper, and once the camper was acquired, it was still cold and rainy--all the way up and into the Brule! But, we are "broken" now, as in can't go back to the way it was before the pop-up. I caught Jim's cold en route, and if we hadn't had our new little camper, I'da been bitchin' that we need to go home. No sleeping on the ground for this little sickie.
There are a jillion photos that I want to include, but I'll have to be sort of selective. Mike the Fisherman found (not fish, but) a pair of newborn fawns on the riverbank. He brought Jim back to the babies with his camera to capture their amazing camoflage.
It was camping, so S'mores were made and consumed with great glee. Abby the dog can be seen "resting" or "Smaug-dogging" in the lower left corner, under the bench. We got worried about her this trip. She is 12-ish now and it seemed a lot of stress to give an old dog, all that driving and raining and sleeping in a more civilized tent (oh darn). She looked positively exhausted one night, and I thought I might have to dig her a grave at her favorite campground! Some of her ashes will go there someday, but she's fine now.
One word for this photo: "Stealth-Jamie."
Okay, I lied. This photo cracks me up. We don't love it because it looks like the handle is trying to go up his nose, but I love the notion that he's "hiding" behind a stack of dishes. It was taken in the process of getting this shot, thank you Kevvinator.
There's so much more to be said about this trip, but I feel like I've used up all my space with the photos I've shared. That said, there are three more. You know you're camping when cheese nothings go with Chardonnay. (Forgive me for bashing Chardonnay, but really, who could tell anyway? Kidding. A good Chard is a hard thing to find, as far as I'm concerned. Stop oaking it!)
And, one of many fire shots.
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