A blog post from May 2005.
And I'm here to say that Meade got me to go camping! One night only, but I was able to do it. Sleep in a tent. And the temperature went down to 35°.
Photographs soon, not that they are earthshaking, but it was a big deal for me.
October 3, 2010
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2. Vote against my Russ.
The best way to keep warm, is to sleep naked together in the same sleeping bag.
Or at least that's what some French Canucker told me...
Hey! They don't call me Ice Pop Moose Milk in Canada for nuthin'!
[IOW no sale.]
3. Had my students clean my house.
4. Farted at a faculity meeting.
5. Told Glen Reyonlds that he looks like a dweeb.
"The best way to keep warm, is to sleep naked together in the same sleeping bag."
I wasn't at all cold!
I question #6...
35 isn't too bad with a good bag, a good pad (I love my Thinsulate), and wool cap.
Althouse-
LMAO!
How does one arrive at adulthood without having gone camping?
6. Let my hubby trim my lawn and pissing of ironrailsironweight in the process.
You make it sound as if you'd penetrated the Burmese jungle with Merrill's Marauders.
Ann Althouse said...
Photographs soon, not that they are earthshaking, but it was a big deal for me.
You mean the earth did move.
madawaskan said...
The best way to keep warm, is to sleep naked together in the same sleeping bag.
Or at least that's what some French Canucker told me...
The US survival manuals say the same thing.
PS Glad you had fun.
Congratulations.
Camping is great fun. A perfect excuse to be disconnected from the hustle and bustle of civilization and really really listen to nature.
We used to go deer or elk hunting and would camp for about a week. Nothing is as good as that first cup of coffee in the morning sitting around the campfire.
I have some great camping recipes /wink.
How does one arrive at adulthood without having gone camping?
Makes me wonder what else she missed along the way...
wv "rubst" A superlative rube!
Night sounds from a tent. On Cumberland Island off the Georgia coast the wild horses and armadillos et al are tramping nearby.
You must be a really rude person if you've never done #7.
7. You are inside the tent peeing out instead of outside the tent peeing in.
Looks like Meade's taken care of #1 & #3.
But #2?! You've never eaten a Cobb salad? Blue cheese, crispy bacon and hard boiled eggs are a match made in culinary heaven.
#7 You would have loved the post-WWII years when little girls not only said Sir and Ma'am, but curtsied. Seriously.
Inquiring minds want to know: You've revealed some of the changes Meade brought to your lifestyle, how have you changed his?
Nothing like facing fear with someone you love.
Congratulations, and welcome. I think you will love camping.
Trey
@DBQ
My family camped and fished in Oregon or Washington every summer. I can still smell coffee perking in the the crisp morning air. As children, camping was only time we were allowed coffee with evaporated milk.
Rainbow trout stuffed with wild ramps sauteed in cast iron skillets with bacon fat, salmon roasted on planks or spit roasted quail rubbed with wild sage and honey.
Good times.
Cooking around a common fire and sharing food is said to be the oldest known social skills that bonded humans into families. We've come a long way baby. Why do I think Michelle Obama wants us to go back?
In our younger years there was nothing better than tent sex, ah yes, the sounds of nature in the background.
(madawaskan is right about the two-for-one sleeping bag, been there, done that, liked it)
Now it is more likely I am camping with the two grandsons and Mrs. R. is at a nearby hotel.
That's nice too.
Soon the boys will be ready for backpacking and canoeing, which will be way cool for me.
(And both know about using sir and ma'am, and please and thank you.)
Camping when it is cold means you don't have to worry about bugs. For some, that's the best time to go. Haven't done the two-naked-in-a-bag yet, but when I was little, slept with a pet raccoon or two in the bag with me.
Hey, so when you finally do make that Pacific Northwest visit, we'll take you real camping: so far out that the nearest town doesn't have cellular service, somewhere out in the shadow of Mt. Adams*.
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*Sure, Mt. Rainier is taller, and worth visiting, and I like it a lot, but really: you can drive on a paved 2-lane road to 5400 feet on the west side, and during the summer to 6400 feet on the east side. How wild and unspoiled is that???
In contrast, there's a certain peace that descends over the soul when you turn up that one-lane forest service road and your cell phone beeps at you and says "no service" that can't be gotten anywhere else...
hi5. I love it when people try something new. And I love camping. At least in California where there are few bugs. Back in the old country the mosquitoes were the size of helicopters in the spring.
On Cumberland Island off the Georgia coast the wild horses and armadillos et al are tramping nearby.
A friend and I once made an emergency landing on the beach at Cumberland Island in a Piper Cherokee. Main problem was avoiding the cows standing on the sand (and in some cases) in the surf. Didn't notice any armadillos.
How could the same woman choose both Meade and Obama? Could the results of those two decisions be any more divergent?
After reading that list, I can only conclude that Ann, you are weird.
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