![]() ![]() I could taste salt on my lips.ĪDAM ARMOUR is the news editor for the Daily Journal and former general manager of The Itawamba County Times. Summer's heat rejoined us at our table, the bench creaking under its oppressive weight. Mandy seemed unconvinced, so I let the suggestion leave with the breeze. It's a metaphor for life, my thoughts suggested. All the suffering makes the moments of not suffering worthwhile." They were taking turns holding her Barbies directly over the spewing fonts of water. "We could just get up early one morning, grab some breakfast and some coffees and head to a campground to enjoy all of that stuff without the trouble of actually camping."Īrlie was playing with another kid now. Or call (253) 661-4955 for more information. This beach just outside the city is a great place for a daytrip or an overnight camp-out with your pet, who is welcome to join you on-leash. Then just sitting there, quietly, as the sun continues to climb the sky. 5700 SW Dash Point Rd, Federal Way, WA, US, 98023. Using the percolator to brew a couple cups of coffee. ![]() "You know, waking up at the crack of dawn to make bacon and eggs over the campfire. "Yeah, but it's worth it for the mornings," I said, elbows back against the picnic table. You know, give or take the half-hour each of us will spend trying to extricate ourselves quietly from our personal heat-pockets, locating our shoes and unzipping and slipping through the tent door in order to traipse across the dimly lit campgrounds to the nearest campground bathroom. We'll park at the spot that seems to have the least insane neighbors, then fight to set up camp before the day can squeeze out its final droplets of sunlight.Īll of this frantic work is almost OK in my book, because the rushing and stress - coupled with the beers Mandy and I will put away as we stare blankly into the flickering glow of the campfire it will take a good 45 minutes to get going - will help us ignore the discomfort of our nylon cocoons sliding around atop a vinyl balloon and enjoy three or four hours of fitful sleep under the stars. Most of our camping trips have been weekend affairs, which means rushing to toss all of our gear, food, etc., into the car after work on Friday before heading off to whatever nearby campground we've chosen to be our home through Sunday morning. "Actual camping is almost never worth the effort."Īs she often does, Mandy had a point. "You love the idea of camping," she said. "Camping?" Mandy said, calling my thoughts back from their brief sojourn. "We're ready," the gear told my thoughts. rolled sleeping backs haphazardly stacked atop a heavy, folded air mattress. ![]() the backpack filled with tiny bottles of expired shampoo, flattened rolls of toilet paper and fire-blackened campware. Inside, waiting as it has for years, they found our camping gear: the roomy pop-up tent we've used precisely twice. For a moment, my thoughts took a trip back home - left the park and went rummaging through our bedroom closet. ![]()
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