My first plan was to write a post that included many pictures from the last few weeks but after spending so much of my precious time, which I should have been doing all the stuff I don't and probably won't, I narrowed it down to these few from last weekend.
Let me explain the title of this post first. (skip to the pics if you'd rather not read this explanation.)
Okay, now that no one is reading, I will open up and share my TRUE feelings about this camping trip. I pretty much hated the whole thing. I know that I'm a big giant complainer pants, but let's be honest here, I do not love nor much like camping. (I don't want to hear about how camping in an RV isn't real camping. Shut it.) I like checking into air conditioned hotel rooms with soft beds heaped with copious pillows. Going out to eat, even if it's Subway. Do not care as long as I don't have to cook. Normal sized bathrooms with flush toilets. And not losing every single thing I set down for a moment. It's my own darn problem that I chose to stay in the camper most of the time and avoid the plague of flying insects and the relentless sun, (gone are the days in which I desire to bask in the hot hot heat), but I was beyond stir crazy by the time we left Sunday morning. This reaction from a woman who goes days at a time without venturing out further than the yard.
But I usually find more to enjoy than to complain about. Not this time though. I've had such a sucky attitude of late and I dragged that frame of mind along with me when we left Thursday. Kevin had no idea where we were going other than somewhere near Strawberry, only some vague directions to the perfect location given from a work buddy. Well, after a brain scrambling drive on the worst road in the history of roads and 4 hours later, he finally accepted the fact that we would have to go an actual campground or go home. (guess who proposed the go home idea.)
I love Kevin. He never gives up. He never gets mad at me. I do not deserve him.
Serendipitously, 2 days before we left I caught a friend's photo album she'd just posted to FB and it just so happened that she and her family had just returned from the Aspen Grove campground near Strawberry, a campground I'd never heard of before, and it looked beautiful. A few things were misleading in her photos, like the fact that there were several shots of her family on quad trails, yet we found out that you can't drive them out of the campground NOR on any road leading to a trail. Also there were no shots of them furiously batting away millions of annoying flying insects. Since I'd seen her FB album, we knew we should go see if there were any spots available and there were. Aspen Grove turned out to be a pretty good place to camp. Even Kevin was mildly accepting of it.
So, now you see why see this camping trip almost wasn't. That is, if you actually read the previous several paragraphs.
NOW, believe it or not, there are a few things I do LOVE about camping:
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| camping up in dem hills |
1. The beautiful majesty of this world, the mountains, trees, blue skies, and... parking lots.
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| fixin' up some breakfast sausage, hash browns, eggs, and pancakes |
2. A Denny's style breakfast. Only the food actually tastes good.
3. Game Time.
OKAY, all of the next pictures are inexplicably out of order. I tried 3 times to make it right, and then gave up.
#4 "Random". Yes, I like random.
Random is fishing for Crayfish. Or is it Crawdads? Random is boiling them alive and eating them. They say crawfish taste like lobster. I wouldn't know.
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| Craw/Crayfishin' (didn't mean to exclude Tanner from these photos. Hey, that's his shoe!) |
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| chicken and potatoes. for real. #5. Dutch Oven Food!!!!!!! yumyumyumyum |
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| It's Jessie! And Tanner! |
#6. family.
Don't know why I didn't take a picture of Jake and Maki. :(
And now for a bunch more random pictures:
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| Wes w/an AirHead & Hunter; Granny's ice cream that no one liked; Jessie & her Phone; Grammar boo boo |
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| owie |
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| oh Hunter you're a good camping dog |
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Crayfish or Crawdads? |
bye bye blog readers!
