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In which we notice that the kids are out of the car, and take off into the sunset...
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Not willing to pass up a golden opportunity, we ditched the kids at the side of the road and peeled out. We flipped a bitch at the first turnout, but when we came back, they had disappeared. Turned out they were in a ditch somewhere. Hiding, I mean. We turned around again and they were in the road, sticking out their thumbs and hiking up their jeans. Highly inappropriate. *hmph*
Seriously, I think that was the best moment of the whole trip for me.
We got back to camp just in time to see the most amazing sunset from the lookout point. We saw the lights from the Golden Gate Bridge and a handful of cities spread out below, and the shift of light and color across the whole sky above. I really can't describe it.
We got the campfire going (Shh!). No one was patient enough to wait for the starter to burn out like the instructions said, so we had some toxic-smoked hot dogs, and Mr. Bubbles demonstrated the art of Perfect S'mores. Not everyone was down for scary stories, so we told frighteningly bad jokes instead. The ranger came by to tell us to quiet down and *ahem* put out the fire. He was really nice about it.
We wound down and went to "bed" around midnight. We hid in the car while the kids played Truth or Dare, which apparently involved full frontal male nudity (ew), and definitely involved unreasonable noise levels. While we were (finally!) sleeping, raccoons finished off our food. Bread, grapes (stolen right out of the cooler), and whole bags of chips disappeared. Although the Flaming Funyuns were clearly too much for them: the bag was shredded, but the contents were nearly intact. It seems the kids heard the raccoons, but were "too scared" to chase them off. Rassafrassin varmints.
We woke at dawn, as always happens when sleeping outside, and watched a sunrise to rival the sunset of the evening before. There was a section of sky which looked completely blank, like it was waiting to be created. I could see the headlights of the commuters marking the outlines of each city and connecting them. And I thought cities were only pretty at night. I'll revise that to "cities are pretty from a sufficient distance and height".
We almost left immediately after sunrise to escape the bugs, but instead we started our illegitimate fire again so that the smoke would chase them off, and had breakfast. We consumed two packs of bacon, a dozen eggs, half a dozen bananas, and four yogurts. Ok, so the raccoons didn't get all the food.
We had planned on finding a lake or somesuch to play in on the way back, but we were all pretty thoroughly exhausted, so we raced straight home to nap. It took a few hours to unpack the cars (about half the time it took me to pack them), but eight loads of laundry and one long shower later, I was in bed. A for-real bed. Mmmm...
Did I mention I love camping? Especially the part where I get home and realize what a luxurious life I lead.
Seriously, I think that was the best moment of the whole trip for me.
We got back to camp just in time to see the most amazing sunset from the lookout point. We saw the lights from the Golden Gate Bridge and a handful of cities spread out below, and the shift of light and color across the whole sky above. I really can't describe it.
We got the campfire going (Shh!). No one was patient enough to wait for the starter to burn out like the instructions said, so we had some toxic-smoked hot dogs, and Mr. Bubbles demonstrated the art of Perfect S'mores. Not everyone was down for scary stories, so we told frighteningly bad jokes instead. The ranger came by to tell us to quiet down and *ahem* put out the fire. He was really nice about it.
We wound down and went to "bed" around midnight. We hid in the car while the kids played Truth or Dare, which apparently involved full frontal male nudity (ew), and definitely involved unreasonable noise levels. While we were (finally!) sleeping, raccoons finished off our food. Bread, grapes (stolen right out of the cooler), and whole bags of chips disappeared. Although the Flaming Funyuns were clearly too much for them: the bag was shredded, but the contents were nearly intact. It seems the kids heard the raccoons, but were "too scared" to chase them off. Rassafrassin varmints.
We woke at dawn, as always happens when sleeping outside, and watched a sunrise to rival the sunset of the evening before. There was a section of sky which looked completely blank, like it was waiting to be created. I could see the headlights of the commuters marking the outlines of each city and connecting them. And I thought cities were only pretty at night. I'll revise that to "cities are pretty from a sufficient distance and height".
We almost left immediately after sunrise to escape the bugs, but instead we started our illegitimate fire again so that the smoke would chase them off, and had breakfast. We consumed two packs of bacon, a dozen eggs, half a dozen bananas, and four yogurts. Ok, so the raccoons didn't get all the food.
We had planned on finding a lake or somesuch to play in on the way back, but we were all pretty thoroughly exhausted, so we raced straight home to nap. It took a few hours to unpack the cars (about half the time it took me to pack them), but eight loads of laundry and one long shower later, I was in bed. A for-real bed. Mmmm...
Did I mention I love camping? Especially the part where I get home and realize what a luxurious life I lead.
ETA: I have agreed to be loved. Go here (please).
ETA2: Dang it, LJ doesn't like me today. I'll write out the link (copy and paste if you love me):
http://medie.livejournal.com/1559985.html?thread=15770801#t15770801
