Last week was probably the worst week in my professional life to date. I've never felt so unwanted, unappreciated and villainized in my entire life. I just wanted to spend the weekend in bed, surrounded by kitties and junk food. David made me go camping. Friday night we tried to pull together a menu, get all the gear organized and loaded in the car. I hate rush packing.
The drive was perfect. I love driving. So relaxing and freeing. Open road is the only thing that takes away my anxiety... that and kitties on leashes. (we'll get there in a moment.)
When we got to our site, we realized we were at a trailhead without any trees or shade. grumble. But it was either this trailhead or that trailhead so whatever, did I mention I didn't even want to come? What were the kitties doing without me??? David started to set up the tent and I sat in the car pouting. And I hear
"Awww CRAP"
David looks up and says I split my pants. And not the "woops I ripped the seat of my pants" but in the middle of a lunge he SPLIT THE CROTCH of his jeans! Ok, this got a smile, and a giggle, and a throw-back-my-head-and-explode-in-uproarious-laugher laugh.
David dun split his britches.
So we went on a sewing kit scavenger hunt, found one, sewed up his pants and then had lunch. You know, how every camping trip starts out.
By now it is getting kinda late, almost 4pm and David decides we should try the trail head by our campsite instead of the main, park sanctioned trail. And we started up the trail marked DANGER! LOOSE ROCKS! DANGER ZONE! VERY STEEP. (seriously) And we made it up several hundred feet of pure rock climbing and I think this is insane, I wanted a nice quiet weekend in bed and I am clawing and boulders and scampering up a cliff. So we turned around and came back down. Tried another trail as the sun was setting and ran back to the camp to try and get a fire started before dark. I was pretty much chanting "I am not having fun. I want my kitties." the whole way back to camp.
Dinner was a part success. Most everything cooked. But it was getting pretty chilly at this point and our meat was cooked but turned ice cold the second we pulled it off the fire. We made these Campfire Banana Splits - banana, mallow, chocolate wrapped in foil, A++.
That night IT.WAS.FREEZING.
Well no, that isn't accurate, it was 27 degrees which would make it BELOW FREEZING.
I didn't sleep, and spent the whole night with the tummy shivers and listening to Dp snoring. That is till 4am, when I had too pee and I was crying cause I was tired and so cold and I just wanted a nice quiet weekend in bed with the kitties and this is not fun. Dp drove me to the potty, which is heated by the way, and then we parked in front of the pavilion and slept in the car with the heat running.
At least I was warm and had a couple hours of sleep and was saved by daylight. (insert story here about our hippie neighbors who refused to use the restroom and I got to see bare hippie butt take a morning tinkle 20 feet from our site.) So we started to cook our breakfast.
See image below. Yes. That horrifying thing was breakfast. Otherwise known as charred tortilla.
Lesson learned.
This is when we set out to find coffee for Dp, there was also a tea kettle on fire disaster, and basically drove 14 miles round trip to get him caffiene, and by now I am ready to just pack up and go home. Right? Is this painful to read? But I wanted to see Lost Maples and the park ranger swore it wasn't going to be as cold. So I decided to stay.
Although I gave a compelling argument to abandon everything at Garner and just head home on a high note, Dp drove me back to evil #15 campsite. We had a huge fire, our food wasn't charred, and our marshmallows were crispy on the outside - gooey on the inside. Mr. Cardinal really turned things around. That night was a perfect temperature, I didn't even shiver once!
Cat on a Leash Story
All those Hill Country doggies have a great life. They get to play in State Parks, walk beautiful trails, drink from spring fed rivers and streams. Every time we'd see a puppy on the trails I'd tell Dp how cool it would be if we had a kitty on a leash. As we were leaving Garner I SAW A KITTY ON A LEASH. *cue squeals of excitement, joy, happiness, and 1 small glare of envy. Ps- it was a Maincoon and it was sniffing tall grass.
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