Camping Out

This past weekend I went on an adventure. Adventure is probably a mild way to put but it will serve it's purpose here. So, for whatever reason I agreed to go to the woods and to sleep in a tent. I went with my brother and Jordan. Curt was too smart to go with us. Fake swore that he knew exactly where we were going. As we dipped deeper and deeper into the woods, and almost sent my SUV careening down a cliff (if I exaggerate, it sounds better-it was just a really steep embankment and it would have been impossible to retrieve), he finally admitted that he had no idea where we were going. We located a wooden carving that somewhat resembled a map and decided on a camp spot next to a pond.
We arrived at this camp site and it was rustic to say the least. An outhouse straight from a horror movie with a poop filled toilet and no running water. But there was a pond and a fire pit. Upon further inspection, we found plastic bags filled with poop. I guess others were intimidated by the outhouse as well. My brother, who was most definitely not a boyscout, made an excellent fire. Jordan assembled our mini grill while he and I put together my fabulous Eddie Bauer tent. When were settled, my brother grilled steak and chicken and I cooked onions and peppers on the camp fire. The food was good, if not a little charcoal flavored. I reminded everyone that there were starving children in Africa and that we should be thankful for our food. After dinner, we made yummy smores.
Nightfall came and the two lovebirds were jumpier then a whore in church. I had to be the voice of reason which is really scary. Fake made the comment that he would have felt safer if Curt were there. I had to agree. Curt is always my voice of reason, reminding me that my imagination is the devil. After talking around the campfire, we decided that it was bed time. Jordan and I pumped up the air mattress and then we brushed our teeth with bottled water.
Eventually we all drifted off to sleep. Each of us, unbeknown st to the others would wake up throughout the evening straining our ears to hear the mysterious sounds outside of the tent. At 4:30, we were all awake simultaneously, jolted up by the sound of someone or something opening the trash bag outside. We made Fake stand up and look around but he couldn't see anything. When he sat back down, we recounted what noises we had heard throughout the evening. I said that I had heard dirt bikes cruising around our site. Fake heard rustling and walking. Jordan heard cackling. Convinced that the Blair Witch Project was outside, we pushed Fake through the tent opening. The tent walls began to move and Jordan and I began to scream. Just the wind, folks. But now I was jumpier than a whore in church. So at 4:30a, we were WIDE awake and scared to stay in tent. We built a fire and kept vigil until day break.
At day break, BoyScout Fake made pancakes on the grill. We grilled peaches and honey and then made honey toast. Fed and relieved to see the sun, I went back to bed. They went fishing. We made the trek out of the wilderness and I spent the rest of the day thanking God for running water, toilets and an overactive imagination that can be quelled by Curt's calming words. Saturday was my day of rest. And my day to eat Amigo's.
Sunday, we went to the World's Largest Outdoor Movie Theater in Trenton. It is so nice! We took FeFe and Jordan's cat, Mathilda. When we paid for the tickets, they gave us doggie treats. You can only keep your animals in the car or in the designated dog spot. Although FeFe and Mathilda sat in our laps the entire movie. They have really nice bathrooms - clean and not stinky. They also have a great concession stand. We had cheeseburgers, chili cheese fries, candy and funnel cakes. You are not supposed to bring in any outside food, but we packed a cooler with drinks. We set up chairs and watched the double feature of G-Force (cute, but ehhh) and The Proposal (funniest movie I have seen in awhile.) Since the movie cannot start until it is dark, G-Force did not start until 9:45. We did not get home until after 2a. But it was totally worth it! I would go back!
So much for my weekend...