This Memorial Day weekend is as it always is, a holiday that sneaks up on me and becomes just another normal weekend. As a hairstylist, I always work Saturdays, so unless I make the effort to drag that pencil across the Saturday before Memorial Day slot,(and actually make plans that are worth taking a day off for) then it likely won’t happen for me. I end up working on Saturday and have my usual Sunday and Monday off, just like I’ve had for the last 20 years. Well, this Memorial Day weekend I finally took the day off!! But, get this…. I’m working Sunday and Monday. :-/ How ironic.
Scott and I were talking this morning that I really would like to make the effort to plan something for Memorial Day weekend. Seriously, if earth doesn’t get struck by a giant meteor, or if one of the super volcanoes doesn’t erupt, or if the polar shift doesn’t happen or any other Apocalyptic event, then I really REALLY want to go camping.
Now, it’s been a really long time since I’ve been camping, and at my age, I should be doing the fancy shmancy camping, like in Santa Barbara where they set up a tent with a bed, and they call it “camping” because it’s outdoors. That would be nice, but not ideal and besides, camping is supposed to be a little rough. It’s okay if your hands get a little dirty and you get a little cold. It’s suppose to remind you how good we have it…to live in a house with heat and electricity and have the comfort of a warm bed at night. I complain about my bed a lot, saying how I need a new one, but I will bet you that when I get home after a camping trip, that bed is going to feel like the best bed at the Ritz Carlton! Or even better since my fat ass is indented into it so that it fits in nicely. Wonderful.
You know what else is great about camping? Everything you eat tastes SO much better! Haven’t you ever noticed how good even the simplest sack lunch tastes when you’re at the beach? There’s something about the outdoors that makes whatever it is you’re eating taste like that’s the best “blah blah” you’ve ever had in your life. There’s something about the fire you make, the smell, the appreciation of being able to even get a fire going because you depend on it to 1) feed you 2) keep you warm. I sound like I’m talking about rubbing two sticks together to get fire going, but no we use a BIC. :)
But the best part about camping is the quiet. Yeah, sometimes there’s some creepy noises in the bushes or even better, coyotes. But again folks, camping is supposed to be like that. It’s supposed to make you go, “What was that?”, because the only time we do that at home is when the cat knocks the cereal box off the refrigerator. It’s different when you’re out there in the dark, where only the light you get is from your campfire and lantern and you’re exposed, vulnerable and your only protection is a tent. I don’t know, it would make me appreciate that I have a door that locks :)
You know what gets me about camping? Why it’s got to be associated with something or someone scary. I suppose that if I wanted a beautiful location all to myself, I’d make up crazy stories like that too… I know that it has happened. I’ve seen enough shows about people who have been shot in their sleeping bags and couples who have been killed while out in the woods. It HAS happened… but I figure that if that’s my destiny, it’s going to get me one way or the other. One of my friends can’t understand why I’d rather “rough it” than go somewhere else for the weekend. “Why not San Diego or Santa Barbara? It’s so lovely this time of year… Besides, aren’t you scared of Bears gnawing on your head or a Bob cat slashing at your face???!” (And she makes scratching motions at her face for emphasis) Um, no.. I’m not…because let me tell you, of all times I’ve gone out there, I’ve never seen a bear, or a coyote. I’ve seen coyotes at the Arboretum on numerous occasions. I see posts on Facebook from friends of bears chilling in their front yard…and we all saw that one in video where the guy was texting and ran into the black bear right? Yep, they’re all down here with us, eating out of our dumpsters and feeding on our pets we leave out at night. Again, I’m not saying they’re not out there, but unless I carelessly leave food out or take a big bucket of fried chicken in the tent with me, I don’t think I have anything to worry about.
First things first though… we’re gonna need to buy a tent…and some sleeping bags, and a hibachi grill and….
Crystal Lake, from earlier in the day.