A Tiresome Short Excursion...

We, the pup, Misses and me, went camping. Though we anticipated to be out-of-pocket for at least three days, in the wilds of a State Park adventure, we decided to cut our wonderings short and leave after a day and a half. When we have gone camping in the past, the "primitive" sites usually consit of: a parking space, a covered pick-nik table, and a fire ring or grill stand, with an area large enough to pitch a goodly sized tent...

Packing our car for a three day stay with our past experiences in mind we headed out to the woodland wild to make new memories with our new puppy. With our lanterns, and tiki torches and usual gear we headed out to our non-refundable paid "primitive" site. When lo and behold a mile trek lay before us, with the ranger's glib remark of, "What you take in, you bring out," now ringing ever so loudly in our ears. And, uhmm - "Remember, no open flames!" we were equally admonished.

So, after four trips as a human pack mule, I finally set up camp with all our gear being splade everywhere. Sweatingly red faced we poped opend our chairs, threw back a wine cooler or two chased with several bottles of water and explored the area. Upon finding we were alone in the "primitive through a tent where you like" area, we were beginning to feel the fools for not bawking, yet by now it was obviously too late; we were bound and determind to see it through.

Actually, it wouldn't have been too bad if we'd planned better toward this end, and one of the two flash lights had worked, and the air mattress hadn't fizzeled by 11pm, 1am, 3am, 5am! Meals - hummf - we had to hike a mile back to the car, drive to a designated "day use" site to use the standing grills, showers at another location - after an equally sweaty drive and mile walk back to our tent site.

Mind you, I love this kind of excursion, if we'd been a little more informed, and packed with needed goods in mind. However, the worse part of the experience was for Micah. Our poodle puppy was so excited about the venture in the wild that his free rein included getting away and rolling in burs, which now - back home in the big city- are having to be combed and cut out; leaving patches of bald Micah exposed. Poor little guy is not too happy with us right now and I don't quiet blame him.

We all had fun... coming back home.