Camping

Poetry Without Words

Today I wanted to do one final post related to the weekend at Drift Creek Camp. I found the creeping, clinging, crawling, hanging moss and lichen to be so awesome that I tried for quite some time to write a poem about it. But it never came out right. So here are some of the […]

Ladies Only

We were deep in the woods. A place so thick with large trees, so covered with green moss, that people from flatter, less foliaged places might feel claustrophobic and uneasy.  There is no connection to the outside world and when the generator turns off at night, you had better be in bed, or at least […]

Fellowship

“It seemed to them that they did little but eat and drink and rest, and walk among the trees; and it was enough.” (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring) I spent the weekend in an old-growth forest in mountains not far from the Pacific Ocean. It’s a place where the trees are tall and […]

Pet Peeves, or What Is That Whining Sound?

Okay, you can skip this if you want to, but a couple of things have happened this summer that really make me want to grind my teeth (I say want to, because thanks to my dentist I make a conscious effort to never even clench my teeth, despite my aversion to ever wanting to appear […]

The Very Late, I’m So Sorry, Promised Sequel to Why We Love It Here

Yes, this is the overdue sequel to Why We Love It Here–a few shots from camping at a place called Alsea Falls Campground in northwestern Oregon.  It was our first time there, and just my husband and me in our tiny teardrop trailer.  It was hot at home and cold at the coast and this […]

Why We Love It Here

So, we’re back from two nights camping; just enough time to water everything well, do the laundry, and pick some fruit to freeze for yummy desserts in winter. Then we go exploring for one more night and pick up Son. Our first night we considered a campground right along the beach, but I have a […]

Gone Camping

And so we go.  Dropping the Son off at surf camp is an excellent excuse to camp somewhere along the coast.  Because of Aged Cat at home and the promise of hot weather (to cause destruction to potted garden plants), we won’t stay more than a night or two…easier now with the teardrop. Until our […]