All the rain, cold, flu and grey skies have me reminiscing about warmer weather and adventures we had this summer: Stamps-With-Foot and I were working and traveling like mad. We were almost burnt out, needed a break and deciding the embracing arms of Mother Nature were in order. A couple that we hang out with was also in a camping state of mind so we planned a little weekend trip to the big woods. A lakeside campground on the slopes on Mt. Adams was chosen and my brother-in-law and his lady friend were invited as well.
This was not a hike ten miles with all our crap sort of outing. We packed up the truck with all our Glamping goodies and bits and drove south one Friday afternoon after work. 5 hours later (traffic, road closures, notes tacked to trees, a campsite change, a lying GPS, etc…) we pulled into camp with good wine, cold beer, salmon fillets and steak waiting for us… This is how all camping trips should start!
We slept in and when we finally did find the initiative to leave our queen sized blow-up bed, we were greeted with a crystal clear lake and a postcard view of the mountain from the door of our tent.
It was a weekend of no cell phones or e-mail, but lots of cast iron cookware, campfires, smores, beer, scotch, laughing, panoramic views and relaxation. Just what the Dr. ordered after a really hectic week.
