more camping tales…
Ben is a friend of a friend…he and some other people were joining some of the campers for a second night. So we made a sign so that he could find the campsite while we were off on the adventure I’ll describe in a second. The sign was made from a Miller Lite box and coal from the previous night’s fire. It worked…they found the site. Sadly, this sign wasn’t as cool as the people down the road that had hung a Budweiser banner and a confederate flag and a Hank Williams, Jr. flag.
The next day turned a little interesting. It was decided that we were going to drive to Reddish Knob…which is (I think) the highest peak in the area…it was supposedly only a 10 mile drive. We arrived 2 1/2 hours later…and my car was a filthy mess after driving on some terrible roads not meant for a Camry. Dirt seeped into everything in my trunk (including all of my clean clothes). We weren’t so happy at that point and took the faster way back to the campsite. The view was pretty…but not worth the 4 1/2 hours we spent in the car on a gorgeous day. We should have been outside hiking or something.
Last thing…on the way back to the campsite, we stopped for gas and this really funny Vespa gang pulled up across the street. I’m so glad Krista took pictures of them. They were definitely the funniest part of the journey to and from Reddish Knob.
I guess I’m blogged out for now. We’re heading to DC for the weekend…with no solid plans other than going to a comedy club tomorrow night. I guess I should look into some exhibits at the museums on The Mall to see if there’s anything we don’t want to miss.
P.S. I really need to figure out spacing with Word Press…when I type entries, I put spaces between the pictures and paragraphs…when I post entries, poof! The spaces are gone. Grrrrrr…..