I am not a camping fan. Julie and I have camped once on our own since we got married 8 years ago, and that was within the first 6 months in Seattle. We have gone and visited people at camp sites and haven’t stayed overnight. Luckily, today was no different. Julie’s parents got a new RV and were at a local campsite for a test run, so we went and visited them this afternoon and stayed for dinner, but came home well before dark. We saw a lot of wildlife on the drive in – a number of deer, a couple of fawns, unidentifiable birds that looked tasty (pheasant?), and chipmunks that wouldn’t leave Paul alone. We had chicken tacos cooked over a fire and sat around and visited. I tried to get Paul to let me feed a chipmunk, but he wasn’t having any of it. I’m pretty sure it would have eaten out of my hand – it was all over the campsite; around Paul’s feet, on the picnic table investigating cookies, on the steps of the RV, and just running around everywhere else. Next time….
Camping! (sort of)