Here's my friend David when we camped at Ballard Camp on the other side of the mountains. It was the fourth of July weekend. We'd been up to Hart Pass and had come back, gathered wood, made some dinner. It cools quickly in canyons along rivers, so we needed our jackets. The fourth is always my favorite weekend of the year, better than Christmas. I just love fireworks. Not everyone likes the racket or the sulfur in the air, but if I can get out to fireworks, I do. I've had several amazing experiences lying on the ground watching the blooms overhead. Truly amazing.
Up here on the 4th of July, a bit of rain, and cool. We gathered wood, so much down wood that's dryer than a desert, I just wondered how quickly fire could race through. We kept the fire small and we did get some nice heat from it and cooked part of our dinner there. Well, re-heated I think, since we'd brought along cooked chicken on ice. Up at Hart Pass we picked up some containers of snow to help refrigerate our food for the rest of the weekend.
This was the weekend Sid had just had the silt from his bladder washed out and had been put on special food. I'd watched him for the day and he was doing better. They wouldn't have been able to see him until we got back, so I decided it was okay to go away. I must say I was a nervous cat mom the whole time.
I hadn't camped for years and now will camp. It just gets some taking used to again. The hard ground--even though I have a pretty good mat, it's my hips these days, getting older. But seeing the stars at night, man-oh-man, it is worth it. Nature makes me feel good, no great. It truly feeds my soul.
Up here on the 4th of July, a bit of rain, and cool. We gathered wood, so much down wood that's dryer than a desert, I just wondered how quickly fire could race through. We kept the fire small and we did get some nice heat from it and cooked part of our dinner there. Well, re-heated I think, since we'd brought along cooked chicken on ice. Up at Hart Pass we picked up some containers of snow to help refrigerate our food for the rest of the weekend.
This was the weekend Sid had just had the silt from his bladder washed out and had been put on special food. I'd watched him for the day and he was doing better. They wouldn't have been able to see him until we got back, so I decided it was okay to go away. I must say I was a nervous cat mom the whole time.
I hadn't camped for years and now will camp. It just gets some taking used to again. The hard ground--even though I have a pretty good mat, it's my hips these days, getting older. But seeing the stars at night, man-oh-man, it is worth it. Nature makes me feel good, no great. It truly feeds my soul.
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