Camping part 2.
Welcome back to the camping photos, or: “How many photos can Liz obsessively take of her irritated dogs and annoyed husband?” And don’t even get me started on all the stupid videos I made!
“I am famous for my boring videos.” I informed my husband (he will not speak or look at the camera if he knows I am videotaping him).
“You and Andy,” he snorted.
However, I still have to sift through said videos to see if any of them are even worthy of posting. After all, last month a whopping two people voted against me posting one of my boring videos. Frankly, I’d like to know who. C’mon, let it out! I won’t…hurt you.
Our reading material. I’ve been on a Koontz frenzy the last couple of weeks (it’s dying down). “Strangers”–good. “The Key to Midnight”–not so good, but to be fair, it’s early-early Koontz, so I understand.
Arf?
There he is, doing all that manly crap like chopping wood, breaking down branches, blah blah blah, while his wife videotapes the animals and guzzles ginger ale like a true alcoholic. I think I offered to help…once.
The fire pit was filled with horrible things when we arrived–aluminum cans, lots of glass, but the worst–old McDonald’s food wrappers. The horror, the horror.
Bear Cub looked so magical and mystical in the field with the sun setting, but I had to move fast…
…because she hates the friggin’ camera.
Look at my beautiful car, my beautiful car that still has playa dust in it. Go to Burning Man, anticipate cars/tents/some costumes never returning to their pre-playa state.
Awwwwwwwww.
Sizzle sizzzzzzle. The lines over our heads finally stopped buzzing and crackling around 7 pm, we noticed.
That fallen tree turned out to be highly addictive–we all climbed on it a few times. The broken glass made me nervous for my dog’s feet–damn drunken litterbugs!
You can almost picture the water moving. If you’re on Ambien, the water is moving!
Crazy Maggie Time with the addition of a smirking Bear Cub.
I know it seems like I take nothing but photos of my dogs…
…and that’s mostly true.
They’re just so cute! And dogs don’t live very long, you know.
Tomorrow I have a bunch of pictures of my ass to post. That’s right! Nudity in the wilderness is glorious, isn’t it??? I’ve always sort of wanted to be a nudist.
ugh, camping litter makes me SO angry!!
Outdoor nudity is one of the big reasons I really want a house out in the country with a big, private yard!
me too.
that’s what I told my husband when I was laying stretched out nude at our campsite!
I could do it here but we have the weirdos on one side and their backyard is always filled with male teenagers and middle-aged male loudmouths constantly walking around, and the fence is 1/2 semi-sheer, so that ain’t private. sigh.
on the other side it’s just old people who never come out, with a high fence. if the weirdos next door are replaced by old people, I’M ON IT.
Yet a beautiful place that screams floppy hat and crochet and my iPod.
I’m going to the mountains day after tomorrow and we’re camping on the property (no hippie toilet for me thanks!) with Abby so it should be fun!
Le sigh! Not much of a summer here, how has it been there?
Such great pictures! Makes me so anxious for our camp out! Every time the Hubs and I think about moving closer to town, we remind ourselves that there would be no more nude berry picking or skinny dipping in our own yard and we quickly settle in even more. Gotta love the country!
Oh, and a very happy (belated) Annniversary!! I love that we share the date. Nine years for us and it’s still as awesome as ever! Hopefully we’ll meet before it’s your nine year anniversary…
C-if you added up what I consider “summer” weather days, the total would be about a week. I actually have tan lines right now, but I know within the next 3-4 days, with no sun, bye-bye, cute tan lines! maybe I should photograph them. BLERP.
J-9 years! wow! yeah! hopefully I’ll get pregnant before our 9 year anniversary! (groan)