Last month b and I realized that between both of our schedules we had not spent more than a day together (and usually it was an errand day) in over a month and we were unlikely to do so again before the end of the semester. So he put in for 2 days off in the middle of this week and I carefully guarded those two days on my calendar.
b rigs the tarp as I watch from inside the tent.
With only 48 hours to call our own we decided not to do the "longer drive-more gear" paddling version of camping and instead we went to our favorite nearby campsite. This spot is our home-away-from-home and where we sometimes do Thanksgiving. It is only a 20 minute drive and in the middle of the week the tent sites are pretty much empty.
We did almost all the prep the morning we left, including buying some yummy food at our local gourmet supermarket. We also finally bought new camping chairs. Then b loaded up the car, I grabbed Pupzilla and off we went.
I get some fiction writing done with Pupzilla by my side.
It was an overcast day and we got a little bit of rain passing through. We stayed warm and dry and soon the sun was shining. Our camping trips usually revolve around food and this one was no different. b cooked us scallops, cheesy potatoes and string beans for dinner the first night; an eggbake for breakfast in the morning; and lamb stew on the last night.
b prepared a lovely feast for two.
It was a relaxing trip. We spent most of our time reading trashy sci-fi novels and staring at the fire. We didn't even talk as much as we usually do but that was fine by us. Sometimes you just need to shut it all off.
Pupzilla keeps an eye out for intruders.