September 27, 2011

Autumn fling

Filed under: Camping — Shauna @ 1:44 pm

Last weekend, Jason and I took our last camping trip of the season. For the past five years, we’ve gone to the same campground in Wisconsin and for the past three years, we’ve stayed in the same site. Because all of our other camping trips are with friends and family, this is the one trip where it’s just us. Which means there’s no one to notice if we nap after lunch. Or before lunch. Or dinner.

This year was the chilliest by far. The sun came out in short microbursts, mostly just to show us that it could shine, it just chose not to.

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Enjoy these seven minutes of warmth, losers!

My mittens, which I packed in a slightly embarrassed “maybe I’ll need them at night” kind of way, hardly ever left my hands. I also broke down and bought a stocking cap for $2.50 at a nearby gas station. Best money I ever spent. Also, the presence of Furnace Puppy™ helped matters greatly (he alternated sleeping in our sleeping bags with us, coming up for air once in awhile to cool off before switching to the other sleeping bag).

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Shorty was a trouper. Ever since we got him a sleeping pad to lie on outside, he’s been better at not seeming like such a city dog. (I have to sit on the ground? Like a DOG???) But that still didn’t prevent him from sitting on his pad and shivering (for effect – it was 50 degrees out) while looking at us dolefully.

The older he gets, the more mellow he is around strangers. He only barked at two people the entire weekend, and in fact, this was the first time we witnessed him initiating contact with people. I think he’s slowly realizing that: People want to pet me. Petting is nice. If I bark, people don’t pet me. Therefore, I should not bark.

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(I had just asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. His answer was a polite HELL YES.)

He is the ideal hiking dog. This time, he actually led the way, although he still had the disturbing habit of running RIGHT UP TO THE EDGE before putting on the brakes so he could stare longingly at the 100-foot drops, all “Should I or shouldn’t I?” while I hyperventilated in the background.

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He even seems to understand when we tell him which way to go. At one point, we came to a fork in the path and Shorty headed to the right. Without pulling on his leash, Jason said, “Nope, buddy. Let’s head to the left.” And he did.

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You all right down there, man?

We’ve yet to time our trip with the leaves at their peak. Last year we were too late. This year we were too early. But it was still beautiful:

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Our site didn’t have electricity (hello, ability to see my breath in the camper at night!) so we either grilled hot dogs on our portable grill or just got food from town (this is known as “roughing it”). We passed on this store’s offering:

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(It was also misspelled both times on the other side of the sign, too. HEALHY!)

While Jason picked up food, I was in charge of Lighting the Campfire, my favorite thing. (Seriously, I search for kindling like an obsessed woman.) Unlike past years, the wood this year was dry.

With it being so chilly, we retreated to the camper most nights after the fire went out and played games, like cribbage (I’m slowly relinquishing my year-long lead in this year’s tournament), Yahtzee (Jason, after getting his THIRD Yahtzee: This game bores me) and “Guess the Song” with the iPod on shuffle (Jason: The Monkees are the most magical band in the land!)

All in all, it was a fun trip and we can’t wait to go back next year.

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Although this time we’re gonna spring for an electric site.

October 13, 2010

Fall camping

Filed under: Camping — Shauna @ 1:16 pm

Jason and I were able to escape our jail cells, I mean, our workplaces (by shanking coworkers IN THE FACE) to escape for a long weekend of camping. But a few hours before we were scheduled to leave, we realized Sunny most likely had a UTI, so I coerced our vet to dispense medicine without seeing us, which meant they gave me the usual antibiotic, plus a pain reliever and a sedative – just to be safe, which was not at all safe, because although we wisely refrained from giving Sunny the sedative until we were back home, her reaction to it was not so good because her pupils immediately blew up to creepy proportions, she started staggering around like a drunk, um, cat, and her balance was so off she did all of the following: bump into walls, trip down the stairs, miss jumping up on a table, and fall over in the litterbox.

Where was I? Oh yes, camping. So we headed to St. Croix Falls, where upon entering the campground we discovered they had just turned off the water for the season. No biggie. We just didn’t shower…for three days.

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July 7, 2010

4th of July

Filed under: Camping — Shauna @ 9:17 am

We went camping at our favorite campground, Baylor. There were 16 of us there, plus six dogs, but the campground sites are h-u-g-e, so each dog got their own tree and no one got tangled in a messy knot of dog cable. There was even room for the carnivorous mosquitoes, despite me spraying myself repeatedly with bug spray containing 29% DEET, and before I finally went to bed super early one night just to avoid the jerks, one of them bit me in the side, leaving a ginormous bite that would balloon up to the size of Brock Lesnar because it was in the precise spot as my shorts waistband. (Four days later, it’s still huge.)

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Besides the bugs, it was a marvelous weekend. Shorty was wonderful; he hardly barked unless another dog startled him awake with their own barking, or when he saw some horses for the first time during the parade. (You could tell his frantic barking meant, “WTF are these things?!? Dear god we’re all going to die!”) But he met all kinds of strangers and never barked once, leading one of our friends to say, “He’s matured.” A little girl from another campsite came over to pet him and half-squatted down, leading Shorty to try to climb into her half-lap. (That dog is the definition of a lap dog, I swear. You bend over to pick something off the ground and he’s trying to crawl into your lap.)

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The kids were beside themselves: they had glow sticks, water guns, giant balloons and a 3-in-1 toy that served as a flashlight, glow stick and whistle (we didn’t tell them about the whistle part).

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I’m pretty sure this was the tree hideout of the bird that crapped on my hand as I was eating my delicious dinner of tacos. He kept up the crap catapulting until we moved the picnic tables, but not before he delivered three or four more direct hits, hitting a plate of tortilla chips and a container of lettuce. Stupid sniper bird! His aim was deadly.

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When we got home, we discovered someone left us a stowaway: Dolly Woodboy! Argh. Jason had me put him in the garage on our bikes and I’ll tell you what: the next six times I went into the garage that night I responded the same way: “GAAAAAAH!”

Then Jason wanted to put Dolly in Shorty’s kennel with him, but HAHAHHAHA. No way, Jose. Shorty barked his head off until we apologized and backed out of his room sheepishly. So while his barking at strangers has improved dramatically, his barking at creepy dolls is still at an all-time high. Which is good, because my nightmare is that that stupid doll will break out of the garage and try to kill us in our sleep.

July 1, 2010

masthead #45 – camping

Filed under: Camping, Mastheads — Shauna @ 9:18 am

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I can’t think of a better way to spend a weekend (minus the bear).

What’s your 4th of July plans?