Camping

On Saturday morning we packed up stuff and headed out to the coast to go camping. We got to the National Forest where we'd planned on staying and decided there were already too many people there, so we left in search of a better site. Before we found that site, we went to check out the beach. It was pretty, but we didn’t get too close because it was really windy and none of us had thought to bring our protective eyewear. And then it started raining. Three attempts at going to Dairy Queen were busts. Apparently February 25 is not peak season in towns that depend on beach goers for their economy. But the bowling alley was open, so we sought refuge from the rain there. Our camping trip got a little farther off track when we checked into a hotel for the night. It was amusing to see Marty trek through the hotel lobby with our hiking backpacks. So much for roughing it in a “primitive” camp site with no electricity! Bring on the campsites with HBO and king size beds! To put a little more wilderness into our trip, we took a nice walk along a river before we headed home. One of the most unique camping trips I’ve ever had! (Oh, and we did eventually find a Dairy Queen that was open.)