Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Forks

As I mentioned previously, camping, huzzah!  Herself, Beloved Husband, Offspring the Second and Offspring the Third, and Cherished Friend all ventured out to the Forks Campground in the Gila Wilderness (National Forest) in New Mexico on Friday afternoon, and stayed until Sunday noon.  It was good.

The positives: 

We were out of telephone range.  No calls, no e-mail, no Facebook, no obligations to anyone other than ourselves.

There were trees and a river and interesting bugs and napping in a camp chair.

The moon rose beautifully over the cliffs in the wee, wee hours of the morning.

The tent was marvelous and comfortable.

Everything was simple. 

There were lizards!

The negatives:

The drive was a bit nauseating.  Poor Offspring the Third, who is rather vomit-phobic, experienced his first thorough bout with motion sickness.  Fortunately, a bowl was readily accessible.  Hopefully, he will remember now that it is possible to throw up and live to tell the tale, so that any future episodes will not be so traumatic for him.

The two big dogs, who accompanied us, were a tad difficult.  They wouldn't eat regularly (a grave concern for diabetic ottoman-shaped dog, who requires regular meals to balance out his insulin).  They tweedled and whined when they were not in the midst of the people.  They were dumb. They got tangled.  We did the best we could to keep them comfortable and happy; we suspect they will not be on this earth much longer, and were hoping for a pleasant adventure for them in their twilight years. Building good karma for our own twilight years, as it were.

The fellow campers were completely bereft of common sense and proper behavior, with loud music, shouting and singing, driving back and forth, and carrying on until the not-so-wee-hours of the morning.  It was truly astonishing how inconsiderate they were.  It made it quite difficult to sleep. At all.

I would like to go camping again. Someplace with a few more trees, a little more shade, and far fewer people.  More lizards would be nice, too.  My tent and I will be ready.

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