We have returned from a 5-night camping trip. We’re all intact. There were no burns, cases of poison ivy, and no one lost a limb or got stabbed by a hot dog roasting stick … although someone narrowly missed getting her eye poked out with the blade of a canoe paddle. More on that later.
I have just emerged from the shower. During our trip I had showered exactly once, and even then it was a half-effort because I was accompanied by my two children. (FYI – I consider accumulated camping grime something of a badge of honour. It’s wussy to shower.)
I felt like one of those mexican layer dips. Except instead of layers of bean, sour cream, salsa and shredded cheese I was largely composed of layers of sand, sweat, grime, bug spray, sunscreen and calamine lotion.
I feel pretty good now. A little tired maybe.
Anyway, that’s why I haven’t been here, you know, in case you were wondering.
I’ll be posting a complete update as soon as I organize my thoughts and photos. There are lots of both.
Later skaters!
