We went camping last weekend in Laguna Seca, as part of the Sea Otter Classic. Patrick had a cold last week, and I came down with it right before we got to the campsite on Friday evening. So we were both sick the whole weekend, although he was on the road to recovery by then. I didn't enjoy the camping very much. Too many bugs, and the weather was too hot and too cold at times. Yeah, I'm a wuss. Maybe I don't like camping in general...I guess I don't have enough experience to decide yet. I'm glad we went camping with our friends though--that made it worthwhile.
I got to use my snazzy camping pillow from REI. It has rocket ships on it, and it's way better than sleeping on a bag of clothes. The sleeping part of the camping wasn't bad, except that I had a tough time sleeping because I couldn't breathe through my stuffed up nose (I hate that!), and I kept waking up poor Patrick with my tossing and turning. But at least we were all cozy in our tent! And we had his and hers headlamps for going to the port-a-potties at night.
The port-a-potties weren't bad at all (well, at the end of the weekend, they weren't so great, what with all the extreme mountain bikers using our campground as a parking lot since it was close to the downhill mountain biking event). There wasn't water at the campground, but luckily Patrick brought along a bunch of bottled water for us to use. And he and Erin brought hand sanitizer, which was absolutely essential, what with no real hand-washing for a whole weekend. It made me feel less filthy. Also, we got some free Basis face wash wipes from the expo, so that made face-washing luxurious. I love Basis :)
At one point, while trying to get to sleep in the tent, I was reminded of Sandra Boynton's Hester in the Wild, where poor Hester (a hippo, I think) goes camping and gets a hole in her tent and her canoe, and she tries to patch them, but annoying woodland animals keep making more holes in her stuff. And then she finally gives up and goes home. At least, that's how I choose to remember the story. I wish it were still in print so I could remind myself whether it really ends so dismally or whether Hester learns a good lesson from her bad camping trip. [Do you still have that book, mother dearest?] Also, contrary to that summary I linked to, I'm pretty sure she doesn't get a hole in her foot. That seems pretty extreme for a kid's book. Maybe in the foot of her sleeping bag or something.
There were a number of good parts in the weekend. We had bacon and oatmeal for breakfast on Saturday, thanks to Andrew and Patrick's awesome camp stove cooking skills (Erin helped too--she almost got burned with hot bacon fat when it melted through the plastic cup Patrick was pouring it into, but she escaped unscathed).
The expo was pretty cool too. We got some free bottle opener keychains from Yakima shaped like crazy dogs (similar in styling to this keychain). Mine makes me smile every time I get in my car :) And there were some churros, but we didn't buy any of those. Patrick got a cool Crank Brothers baseball cap because I stole his Red Sox hat to keep the sun off of my face. I think it was a good purchase. Their logo is very appealing.
Also, there were some entertaining drunk frat boys with huge cardboard thumbs at the campsite across the road from us. They camped out on the road, giving cars the (huge) thumbs up or (huge) thumbs down and shouting "yay" or "boo". They amused themselves that way for hours! And then a truck got stuck in the mud at the entrance to our campsite (again, caused by all the mountain bike fans driving in and out and using it as a parking lot--grrr!). It was stuck all the way up to its front axle. There were all sorts of towing efforts by bystanders. Also, two groups of people had dogs with them, and the dogs starting chasing each other and one tried to hump the other, and the drunk guys gave the dogs the thumbs up, and it was just hilarious. The truck got towed out eventually, and things settled down. At least two more trucks got stuck in the mud the next day, but with less amusing conclusions. I was so glad we were able to leave the campsite on Sunday without getting stuck.
I think those were the high points of the weekend (in addition to all the actual bike stuff, which doesn't thrill me as much as it does everyone else). I'm glad we went, but I think I liked our Napa camping trip better overall (guitar-playing lesbians are hard to top!). Erin posted some pictures from this weekend here, which is good because Patrick and I didn't take any. We were too busy blowing our noses. Boo hoo!
This upcoming Sunday, Tree and I are returning to Bella Bridesmaid to order our dresses! Yes, I've picked a wedding dress, but I'm not going to give more details in a public post, because Patrick doesn't want to know what it looks like before the wedding. I like that :)