Camping, Day 2
Aug. 2nd, 2006 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsThere was a leak in the mattress. We awoke lying on rocks.
We had Omaha's famous breakfast muffins in the morning, warmed over the fire. I'm not sure what they're made of, but they're incredibly moist and yummy and I bet they keep you reg'lar too. The girls drank a yogurt drink with their muffins and then ran for the playground while Omaha and I cleaned up.
We first went to the Remote Visitors Center near Crystal Rock, which has a beautiful view of the mountain many miles away. We took the short "nature hike" around the wetlands, where we saw lots of reeds, a few fish, and a pair of nested Ospreys. The Ospreys were way cool. Unfortunately, the camera can barely resolve their huge nest and I never got close enough to one of the birds to get a decent photograph.
We returned to our campsite for lunch-- tuna fish and apples, then went for a hike up around the state park itself. Several times we worried about becoming lost, but Omaha kept us on track and eventually we did the whole circuit. I'm sorry I forgot the camera for this hike as we found an ant mound decorated with pine needles two feet high and three wide, enormous!
We returned to camp and tried to fix the mattress. We found the hole but the only repair we had was duct tape. Garrison Keillor says that duct "keeps something together long enough for you to figure out how to live without it." We'll see. Omaha tested it with a nap while the girls made a new friend who's apparently a state horseriding champion in her age group. They were enthralled with this very rural girl and her tales of 4H competitions.
We made beercan chicken and it came out better than last year. If the Carribbean spice rub I brought added any flavor, though, I couldn't taste it. Still, it was very, very good chicken. Mmmm, meat!
The buffoon in the next campsite brought a portable DVD player with outboard speakers and he's watching something while he eats a TV dinner. What's the point of camping if you're just going to bring your living room out into the woods? I suppose my annoyance is arbitrary; after all, I'm taking these notes with more light and better paper than Lewis and Clarke ever had access to. Note to self: see what the waiting list is for Undaunted Courage at the local library, or maybe Half Price Books has a copy.
We had Omaha's famous breakfast muffins in the morning, warmed over the fire. I'm not sure what they're made of, but they're incredibly moist and yummy and I bet they keep you reg'lar too. The girls drank a yogurt drink with their muffins and then ran for the playground while Omaha and I cleaned up.
We first went to the Remote Visitors Center near Crystal Rock, which has a beautiful view of the mountain many miles away. We took the short "nature hike" around the wetlands, where we saw lots of reeds, a few fish, and a pair of nested Ospreys. The Ospreys were way cool. Unfortunately, the camera can barely resolve their huge nest and I never got close enough to one of the birds to get a decent photograph.
We returned to our campsite for lunch-- tuna fish and apples, then went for a hike up around the state park itself. Several times we worried about becoming lost, but Omaha kept us on track and eventually we did the whole circuit. I'm sorry I forgot the camera for this hike as we found an ant mound decorated with pine needles two feet high and three wide, enormous!
We returned to camp and tried to fix the mattress. We found the hole but the only repair we had was duct tape. Garrison Keillor says that duct "keeps something together long enough for you to figure out how to live without it." We'll see. Omaha tested it with a nap while the girls made a new friend who's apparently a state horseriding champion in her age group. They were enthralled with this very rural girl and her tales of 4H competitions.
We made beercan chicken and it came out better than last year. If the Carribbean spice rub I brought added any flavor, though, I couldn't taste it. Still, it was very, very good chicken. Mmmm, meat!
The buffoon in the next campsite brought a portable DVD player with outboard speakers and he's watching something while he eats a TV dinner. What's the point of camping if you're just going to bring your living room out into the woods? I suppose my annoyance is arbitrary; after all, I'm taking these notes with more light and better paper than Lewis and Clarke ever had access to. Note to self: see what the waiting list is for Undaunted Courage at the local library, or maybe Half Price Books has a copy.
