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thejunipertree) wrote2006-04-10 12:16 am
thejunipertree) wrote2006-04-10 12:16 am
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Despite the fact that it rained damn near all weekend and I didn't get any chances to practice my poi spinning because when it wasn't raining, it was holyfuckingshit cold, my camping experience was a winner.
We weren't allowed to have a fire (which changed four o'clock on Saturday afternoon), which led to the group of us gettinghoot toots lean tos, instead of tent-camping. Which RULED.
Wee little cabin, with a wood-burning stove. Windows! That open! And a door! That opened!
Also, we had live raccoon tv Friday night, much to my joy. And a mallard soap opera the rest of the weekend (I named them Ethel and Norman).
Other highlights of the weekend included:
* almost catapulting the Engineer off our inflatable bed, simply by turning over a bit too quickly.
* my Dawn of the Dead hoodie.
* "What are you going to do with that? Whittle?"
* being blasted out of the shower by high pressure water. And it was HOT.
* conversing with the ducks and having them talk BACK.
* not brushing my hair for three days.
* setting fire to everything I was allowed to.
* "Can I put the airhorn in the fire?"
* reading for three hours in front of a roaring fire.
* consuming my fluid weight in Red Zinger tea out of a shiny purple mug.
* "No I-am-the-God-of-Hellfire for you, Tara!"
* the raccoon, did I mention the raccoon?
* smoking out 26,000 acres. Twice.
* giving my cats hugs when I got home.
* two words: Uncle Daddy.
I am happy, even if I didn't get a chance to poi spin, if a bit itchy. I've been far too tired since I got home this afternoon to actually put my stupid ass in the shower, which is the cause of the itchiness. This is something which will be rectified shortly.
We weren't allowed to have a fire (which changed four o'clock on Saturday afternoon), which led to the group of us getting
Wee little cabin, with a wood-burning stove. Windows! That open! And a door! That opened!
Also, we had live raccoon tv Friday night, much to my joy. And a mallard soap opera the rest of the weekend (I named them Ethel and Norman).
Other highlights of the weekend included:
* almost catapulting the Engineer off our inflatable bed, simply by turning over a bit too quickly.
* my Dawn of the Dead hoodie.
* "What are you going to do with that? Whittle?"
* being blasted out of the shower by high pressure water. And it was HOT.
* conversing with the ducks and having them talk BACK.
* not brushing my hair for three days.
* setting fire to everything I was allowed to.
* "Can I put the airhorn in the fire?"
* reading for three hours in front of a roaring fire.
* consuming my fluid weight in Red Zinger tea out of a shiny purple mug.
* "No I-am-the-God-of-Hellfire for you, Tara!"
* the raccoon, did I mention the raccoon?
* smoking out 26,000 acres. Twice.
* giving my cats hugs when I got home.
* two words: Uncle Daddy.
I am happy, even if I didn't get a chance to poi spin, if a bit itchy. I've been far too tired since I got home this afternoon to actually put my stupid ass in the shower, which is the cause of the itchiness. This is something which will be rectified shortly.
I covet your camping with a door
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