Last weekend Casey and I and our deranged dogs took our first camping trip of the season. Which may or may not be our only camping trip of the season considering
whales pregnant people don’t necessarily enjoy sleeping on the ground. But I’m hoping we can squeeze at least one more camp in before I reach hippo status. It is best to carry rifle scopes if you’re going into a forest.
So we went to Timothy Lake, a place we discovered last summer
and love. It’s the most beautiful of all the camping spots I’ve ever been to. Last time we were there it was mid-summer and super sunny and busy and all the campground spots were taken so we had to sleep in the middle of the woods one night (seriously). This year, I was prepared and booked us a lakefront spot months ago. Although when I made the reservation, I failed to remember that summer in Portland doesn’t really start until July. So a 60-degree, drizzly June camping trip is what we had.
We got a really late start to our drive out there on Friday night, so when we finally pulled up to our spot at 11pm I was pleasantly surprised that our camping neighbors were still awake… since we still needed to put up our tent and make at least 6-8 s’mores before calling it a night. HOWEVER. I was not at all excited that said neighbors then stayed up until 7 in the AM. 7!!! And they weren’t even that young! They were probably in their 30’s… and let’s be honest, after the age of 25 anything past 2AM is a death sentence. But whatever, those 30 year-old dudes stayed up all night talking and laughing and listening to music and generally making me all kinds of annoyed. And maybe a little jealous? I used to have the ability, both physically and emotionally, to stay up late. These days, I get home from work and eat too much ravioli and have to call it a night by 8:30. Anyways, the point of all this is that they stayed up far too late for camping and kept this fatty and her two doggies awake all night. We found out the next day that our neighbor situation was actually a bachelor party. So that’s fun. For them. Luckily they called it an early night on Saturday and went to bed at a nice, respectable 3AM. So, phew.
Whatever, the dreary weather and the bachelor party did not keep us from enjoying ourselves. We went on a 6 mile hike, we read and played games, we ate fire-pizzas, and we used the crap out of the new hammock (why is it pronounced hammick, and not hamMOCK, like it’s spelled? I don’t like it.) that we got for Christmas from my dad and stepmama. That thing may become my new bed by the next month of pregnancy. It’s so freaking comfortable. Eddie concurs.
[ best part of camping? how freaking exhausted the dogs are after. it’s the best. ]
Even though it was wee bit dreary, this camping trip made me so excited for the summer because we do have an entire summer to get through yet. Whoop! Although that’s also scary because I’m 6 months pregnant and have a whole summer to get through yet. Halp me.