10:15 a.m. - 2005-10-04
We only had to stop once for chicken strips (oh my last meal in civilization... how I rolled that stringy day-old chicken around my tongue like the finest of Brie) and then a quick smokey smoke. Because I may be a nicotine addict, but my daughter will not be exposed to 2nd hand smoke, prior to me having a 6 pack or two around the campfire. Then the slow burn coming off those dropped marshmallows should provide enough carcinogens for the entire camp site.
Setting up: shortly after arrival, we began to notice slow, distant booming noises. Uuh.. they seem to be coming from the general direction of those black and gray clouds over there. Damn! I KNEW I shouldn't have brought Billie Jo! Every single B'Jo camping story I've ever heard has started with: Well, we were having fun until the rain started and then later after drying out our sleeping bags and....
The rest of the time is a blur of too many burnt marshmallows, hot dogs with lots of juice, bacon and eggs fresh in the morning and waaaay too much beer and cigarettes (I'm nothing if not a nature girl) Mmmm smell that fresh air! Where's my lighter? And a good time was had by all. Except for the cold as fuck nights, and Chloe almost ruining her new Sketchers track pants. Why the fuck did I buy her new clothes to take camping for Chrissakes?!?! Thank goodness for Oxyclean.
Next time I'm bringing an electric blanket and a generator. And my flat iron too goddamnit!