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first camp of the season, yo.

IMG_0008Last 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.

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.
[ please note izze #2 on the ground below me.  like a boss. ]

camping1.jpgcamping4 camping3.jpg[ Just beyond Casey’s shoulder is the campsite of the bachelors.  This photo was probably taken at 3 in the afternoon, and those mofos were still sleeping.  Oh to be YOUNG AGAIN.   Also, this was my camping outfit.  All weekend long.  Socks over leggings is the only way to be taken seriously as a camper, is what I always say.  Or not.  ] camping2.jpg

IMG_0010[ 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. 

weekend recap: we camped our butts off.

Hullo there!  If you’ve made it over to this here site, congrats!  I feel as though the transition to thatsmeinthemiddle.com may be tough on a few of us.  Also, if anyone knows how to do any of this hosting, backend, SEO, xml transfer stuff, come teach me your skills because woof.  This stuff is cornfusing!

So let’s talk about something way more exciting.  Like camping!  We finally made it happen this past weekend, my boys and I.  And we loved it, as we usually do.

Did you know that some people don’t love camping?  Pshhh.  I was just chatting with a coworker who does not see the appeal in sleeping on the ground and building fires and not showering for 3 days.  I mean, I guess he has a point.  Camping can be dirty and cold and uncomfortable and I’m not exactly ecstatic that I can still smell campfire in my hair today.  But my midwest heart loves all of it.  And I’m lucky that Casey does too.  Gus could definitely skip it, he spends most of his time freaking out at passerby’s and nature and basically anything that makes any noise or movement.  Not much has changed since last year.

But I really love it.  The whole experience…. wandering through the woods, the crackle of a good fire, pulling on two pairs of socks and snuggling into my sleeping bag, roasting ‘mallows and of course, indulging in too many Coors Lites AND fire-pizzas.  It’s actually pretty incredibly how much bread we go through on our camping trips but I won’t talk about that because it’s camping and you need your nutrients.

Not to mention the place we went this weekend was by far the most beautiful of all the places. Don’t believe me?  Take a whiff…


I mean really, Oregon.

So we did all the camping things and came back a little heavier in the stomachs but a little lighter in the minds.  Which is a fair trade, if you ask me.  Throw in some hiking and it’s like the three four pizzas for dinner didn’t really make that much of a difference.  Right?

Also, can we talk about how pretty my pictures are?   Well my friends, that’s because we are now the proud owners of a fancy shmancy Canon!  That’s right, my main man did me proud and surprised me with it right when we got to our campsite.  He’s a keeper this one.


And now for the photo portion of the program.

IMG_0155pizzas[ fire-pizzas are my nostalgic camping food.  also, i don’t wear makeup when i camp.  sorry i’m not sorry. ]IMG_0156 IMG_0066uncoordinated[ of course Gus posed very perfectly for Casey.  for me though he had a faceplanting deathwish.  ]IMG_0135IMG_0181[ gus isn’t spoiled at all.  nor does he shed.  true story. ] IMG_0147IMG_0171

That’s it that’s all!  Thanks for stopping by and remember to tip your waiter.