Friday, July 20, 2007

Super Awesome Camping Adventure!

So, as you may recall, we went camping this week.

Well... not exactly. Everything went great. Wednesday morning we got up, packed up the truck, packed up the dog (only one came with. Three-legged beagles? Not so much with the hiking.), and off we went. 150 miles from our house to the White Mountains. After about 50 miles... it started raining. Not hard, mind you, but... raining. But, hardy folk that we are, we soldiered on.

We stopped at a tourist center in NH, and asked the guy at the desk what he knew about the forecast. His response? "60% chance of rain, every day this week."

Not to be deterred, we told nature to go screw, and continued. We made it to the mountains, found a beautiful campsite right on Russell Pond. It was actually great. Barely anyone else around. Started pitching the tent.

And one of the tent poles broke. But, Mrs. TK, being clever and nimble, managed to fix it. However, by now, it was raining a bit more steadily. But we're determined to continue, because Goddammit, we took time off from work for this. So using her knot-tying skills and my tree-climbing skills, we hang a giant tarp between four trees that covers the picnic table, so we can eat in nice, dry comfort. Finally, we break. We have lunch, and go on a short hike. By the time we get back... it's fucking pouring. I mean, really badly. But, we decide to stick it out. I start getting dinner ready. She is going to organize our stuff inside the tent.

I come back from the car with some food supplies, and I hear this from inside the tent.

"Um, dear? I have some exceptionally bad news."
"What?" I ask.
"The tent is leaking pretty badly".

Motherfucker. Motherfucker! Goddamn Motherfucking son.of.a.BITCH!

So, that was when we finally conceded defeat. Nature, that dirty bitch-whore, had won. We packed up our gear, and checked into a lovely inn that allowed dogs. Had dinner in the restaurant, slept in a king-size bed. All the while saying, "well, it beats a leaky tent".

Thursday we got up, had breakfast, checked out, drove back to the site to take the tent and the tarp down. It was only raining gently, so we decided to go for a hike, which actually ended up being fantastic. There is something really wonderful about the woods right after rain - everything seems greener, there are fewer bugs... it was a good time. It was a tough hike, and a lot of uphill (we were in the mountains, after all). But the payoff at the top was worth it (I recommend clicking the pics - the full size is much better):


Sure, it's a little cloudy, but it was beautiful. Trust me. Here's a few more:

Me, standing on a wooden bridge. This isn't a bad picture - the forest canopy was so thick it actually was this dark.

Ceili The Wonder Dog, swimming happily.





A boy and his dog. And the goofy hat that he bought while on a safari in South Africa.

So there you are. Camping was a bust. We still managed to have a lot of fun, but we didn't actually go camping. Which sucks, because this was going to be my wife's very first time sleeping outdoors. We'll get out there someday soon though.

21 comments:

Redhead said...

Sounds like the perfect camping trip to me - hiking outside, natural beauty, happy dog, etc. - while sleeping in a big comfy bed inside. Way to get it right tk.

Oh and your dog - so cute.

Garrett Reid said...
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Garrett Reid said...

You could rock in an alt country band with a hat like that.

Maxine Dangerous said...

Sounds faboo! :) Well, except for the leaky tent part, but HOORAY for nearby indoor sleepings. :)

Totally stole your first lake picture for my desktop at work. Thanks! ;)

Manny said...

Fool. All I needed was a profile shot of you and now you've given that to me...

Dispatch the Sentinels.

girl with curious hair said...

Those pictures are so nice I'm tempted to go camping. Adorable dog.

And now I (still don't) know exactly what you look like. Impressive.

Ranylt said...
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Ranylt said...

The very thing happened to me and a friend years back in Vermont. Leaky tent, shit weather, nearby New England inn with warm dry bed, next-day hike up Mansfield (?) Mountain in Stowe. All in all, there are worse ways to twist up a trip.

Glad you had fun. And that is one sweet sweet hat.

TK said...

Red - not what we had in mind, but still not bad.

Garrett - I'm actually Jay Farrar.

Max - what's mine is yours.

Manny - Curses! Fortunately, I can change shape.

Curious - I highly recommend it. In nice weather, of course.

Ranylt - So you know how it is. I believe it's what they mean by "making the best of it".

Jason said...

actually, she got the gist of camping right there...it rains like hell and you find a bed inside. It happens every time I go anymore, so I just book a room right off now.

Maxine Dangerous said...

Cool! Can your wife come out and play? ;)

Garrett Reid said...

Then for God's sake what did you do to drive away Tweedy and end Uncle Tupelo. Curse you Farrar.

onthevirg said...

Well at least you got to go out and experience some nature still and luckily you found someplace nearby that accommodate ya'll. Cool looking dog, Weimaraner?

dmbmeg said...

tk-
is that you? I feel like I'm seeing Michael Jackson in person. But without the crazy.

A Bowl Of Stupid said...

Sorry to hear about your trip, dude. I had nothing to do with that rain or leaking tent thing, REALLY!! Please don't ruin my weather again. Please?

P.S. Manny's got your picture, now you're fucked.

TK said...

Jason - Why pass your curse onto us?

Max - If there was ever a trick question...

Garrett - I couldn't help it. I had too many side projects (I mean seriously - Gob Iron? What the fuck does that even mean?).

Onthevirg - nope. Mix of Irish Setter and Pointer.

Dmbmeg - it's shameless the way you flirt. Right in front of Garrett, no less.

TK said...

Matt - Don't think I didn't curse your name while I was standing in pouring rain trying to fold up that motherfucking tent. But you get a pass. This time.

Manny doesn't scare me...

A Lover and a Fighter said...

TK, your wife is a flipping hero. I do not love sleeping outside. I love being outside, but an inn that allows dogs and is charming and has beautiful beds in the woods is my idea of heaven.

litelysalted said...

Oh, damn. When I first read this post I meant to comment something about capturing the elusive TK in the wild, but then I got distracted and forgot. And now it's too fucking late, because no one will see it. Damn, damn, damn!

QueBarbara said...

Your dog looks too embarrassed to look up at you wearing your safari hat.

Or maybe she's mesmerized by your shoes? "Momma always says there's an awful lot you could tell about a person by their shoes. Where they're going. Where they've been."

TK said...

L & F - She is indeed quite the trooper. Best of all, she hasn't let this deter her from wanting to go camping.

LS -Aww... I thought it was funny. Or I guess, the idea was funny.

QB - HA! Oddly, we were recently on a shuttle boat into Boston, and some little kid was staring at my feet. My wife thinks he was fascinated by them because of the size (I have rather large feet). Maybe you're closer than you think...