Morning at the Campsite

The snoring of my cabin mate, a strange bed and dawn light spilling through the windows…aaaaaaand I’M UP!

Early morning at the camp site. Can you believe that some people chose to sleep in tents instead of air-conditioned cabins? There’s no accounting for taste! (/teasing)

It smells so good out here. Last night we watched stray meteors streak across the night sky, and I was surrounded by the yellow-green winking of fireflies. I don’t see a lot of fireflies in Minneapolis; I wonder if it’s because they’re not there or because I haven’t looked for them in a while.

Coffee was just put out! Hooray! And somebody just set up the Eye Opener bar – bloody marys and screwdrivers. It may be a little early for…naaaaahhhh.

Today we’ll play horseshoes and other outdoorsy games, although if the heat gets bad we may retreat to the air-conditioning for a rousing game of Trivia Pursuit  or maybe Everybody Go Read Your Kindles Or Take A Nap And Don’t Talk To Me Because It’s Too Effing Hot.

The day is full of lazy potential. Or potential laziness. Something like that.

Morning at the Campsite
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6 O’Clock BS: “Camping”

This weekend I’m camping! Lots of roughing it in the woods in an air-conditioned cabin, with my wi-fi, running water, electricity and meals prepared by someone else. Oh, and booze. Lots of booze.

Camping this summer has been my equivalent of “ice fishing”. Fishing my ass! Heated fishing huts, some beers, a few laughs; this is what most of my friends mean when they announce that they’re going “ice fishing up North this weekend”.

Woo, it’s hot (and going to get hotter according to the forecast) this weekend. Ice fishing actually sounds kind of fabulous right now.

Road to the campsite

6 O’Clock BS: “Camping”

6 O'Clock BS: "Camping"

This weekend I’m camping! Lots of roughing it in the woods in an air-conditioned cabin, with my wi-fi, running water, electricity and meals prepared by someone else. Oh, and booze. Lots of booze.

Camping this summer has been my equivalent of “ice fishing”. Fishing my ass! Heated fishing huts, some beers, a few laughs; this is what most of my friends mean when they announce that they’re going “ice fishing up North this weekend”.

Woo, it’s hot (and going to get hotter according to the forecast) this weekend. Ice fishing actually sounds kind of fabulous right now.

Road to the campsite

6 O'Clock BS: "Camping"

6 O’Clock BS – Camping

This morning I woke up bright and early, threw a bunch of camping gear in the car and road tripped up north with some friends. I’m supposed to be off doing non-technology things right now, but then I discovered that MN DNR has wifi in this area.

!!!!!!!

Okay, okay. I’m taking serious flack for being online right now. It’ll probably be pretty quiet around the blog until Monday, but I may be able to sneak away and throw up a few photos or a quick thought here and there. Maybe I’ll have to hide in my sleeping bag with a flashlight…oh wait, I’m working on a laptop – scratch the flashlight.

Firepit! Stories and cigars tonight, I think.

6 O’Clock BS – Camping

6 O'Clock BS – Camping

This morning I woke up bright and early, threw a bunch of camping gear in the car and road tripped up north with some friends. I’m supposed to be off doing non-technology things right now, but then I discovered that MN DNR has wifi in this area.

!!!!!!!

Okay, okay. I’m taking serious flack for being online right now. It’ll probably be pretty quiet around the blog until Monday, but I may be able to sneak away and throw up a few photos or a quick thought here and there. Maybe I’ll have to hide in my sleeping bag with a flashlight…oh wait, I’m working on a laptop – scratch the flashlight.

Firepit! Stories and cigars tonight, I think.

6 O'Clock BS – Camping