Howdy blog! Can you tell based on this photo what my weekend consisted of? That’s right, CAMPING! It was over 90 degrees at our camping spot, so we brought along one of our shade structures from Burning Man to set up.

Good thing we did, too–we would have been miserable without it. We had to beat the heat with periodic dips in the icy cold river.

This is one of our favorite, “tried and true” camping spots on the Cle Elum River. It was definitely more popular this time, but no one was camped down in the meadow where we were at.

Josh had been whining all week leading up to the camping trip about the temperature.

“You think it’s bad now, it’s only June!” I yelled at him. Later on he thanked me for “forcing” him to go camping. Well, that’s what I’m here for. Peer pressure for camping.

I finished a Robin Cook book and read about 80% of “Wild”, which was a Christmas present to me from Josh. He also finished reading “Wild”, a Christmas present from ME. I think this may have been the first time in our 9.5 year-long relationship that we read the same book at the same time. Turns out “Wild” is a perfect book for camping!

How can you complain about this? Beautiful.

Maggie got into something DISGUSTING Saturday night–it smelled like she rolled around in manure–and despite Josh dragging her down to the river for a rinse-off she stunk the whole tent up. Then the next day about an hour before we left she DID IT AGAIN. Ohhhhh Maggie dog, you are lucky that I love you.

Here’s Old Shitface herself.

Joshy flexing. When we left the campsite there is a short little trek up a hill to get back to the car–Josh wanted to get everything in one go so he loaded up his pack and later determined it weighed about 90 POUNDS. Somehow, he told me today, heaving that Beast worked out the kinks in his back, and he slept pain-free last night for the first time in ages. Hmmmm. His body works in mysterious ways.

Lots of swimming and panting and sniffing occurred (the dogs had fun too).

Happy sigh!

I can hear Sublime from downstairs, and thank the Lord, because I’ve had “Baby Bitch” by Ween stuck in my head for the last 24 hours. I only just discovered yesterday that Ween sings that song, and not Elliott Smith, like I had mistakenly thought for the past 7 years. Good song, but it makes me feel sad.

Look at that water! So pretty!

Here’s the dog that did NOT stuff her dogmouth with something disgusting.

Hey guess what? I have enough pictures to make this a 2-part series! ‘Member, like the old days? Yyyyeah. See you later.