Dr. Love and I went camping this weekend. We made it out to the lake after some mad-crazy last minute packing, an insane trip to the grocery store, and a stop for extremely expensive (the rising cost of frozen water, dontcha know) ice. That was the stressful part — the week had been crazy already and then all of this last minute stuff had my blood pressure rising. As Dr. Love is always quick to point out about me, “Must.Have.Control.Must.Have.Order.”
Once we had the tent set up and I’d had a couple of beers, I was feeling much better. Queen of Biscuits and BigDog came out for a little bit and we had some nice chatting, as well as a fool-proof way to have a good campfire, with two pyromaniacs working together.
The weather was BEAUTIFUL. Granted, it sprinkled on and off on Saturday and stormed Saturday night, but it worked out well. We went swimming in the rain and had a little wooded area that we pulled the picnic table into so that we didn’t really get rained on. And the tent stayed dry through the storm.
Dr. Love and I are SO not used to being relaxed. We were both asking each other all weekend, “Are you ok? Is everything all right?” simply because we had really never seen this state in each other. There will be much more camping in the future.
The quintessential camping song, sung many a time over the campfire, beers and marshmallows all around.
Fishin’ in the Dark, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band