About a month has passed since our first Ohio camping trip. As far as camping trips go it was uneventful except for the rain and lightning. We didn't have a whole trip of bad weather, just enough to make me declare I was done with camping for the year.
David likes to say I "tolerate camping" which is an accurate description. I tolerate camping because it's an activity he likes to do. I tolerate several of David's hobbies: board gaming, computer gaming, reading boring books, watching depressing foreign films and sleeping. While he tolerates none of mine with the exception of my pursuit of being a bitch. I barely, just barely, tolerate not having indoor plumbing, a roof over my head, or a bed. There are probably lots of girls out there who love camping. I am not one of them. This isn't about makeup and shopping malls; this is about it being extremely difficult not being a boy with the ability to pee wherever the hell is convenient.
Anyway, we were gone for two nights and two days with our good friends Jay, Emmy and two other guys. I asked Jay, who had been to the campsite before, how far from civilization we were going to be. I didn't mean a Target, I meant a little general store, just in case. I also wanted to know about bears, which made Jay laugh even more. I wasn't asking because I was scared of bears. I asked because we have bears in California and when you camp food has to go in a bear bin after you clean the campsite every night. It turns out I didn't even need the general store while we were camping, but Emmy did. They had neglected to pack ketchup and Emmy insisted they run out for some to eat with the fish.
We sent our tent ahead with Jay and Emmy so they could set it up because we were going to leave right after David got home from work and wouldn't arrive close to nightfall. I did a large amount of preparation for this short camping trip. I made burritos, meat loaf, blueberry bread and this ham-cornbread dish just in case no one caught any fish. I made list after list of everything we might possibly need and packed it all so when David got home from work we could load and then hit the road. But when David got home he took of his shoes and wanted to sit for a bit which made me twitch. I was like "Do we or do we not have a 3 hour drive ahead of us?" so I loaded up the car while he sat around eating one of my burritos and checking the Internet. Fine, at least that way I know we have everything we need.
We made good time driving and arrived with plenty of daylight to unload at the campsite. Our site was on a little hill and it rained which wouldn't have been a problem normally but the rain made the hill muddy so unloading was an exercise in how not to fall into the mud thus rendering a camper disgusting immediately with no chance of a decent shower for 48-72 hours. Also a lesson in picking the path of least resistance so you wouldn't lose a shoe to the muck. Then since the ground wasn't saturated enough the sky opened up for an epic thunderstorm after we crawled into our tents for the night.
I don't like thunderstorms while I am in a house let alone a tent. The only reason I slept, in a tent under power lines while lightning ripped across the sky, was because of over-the-counter sleep meds. It poured the next night too. While I retreated to the tent before I could get sopping wet David proceeded to get sopping wet and then contaminate my dry sleeping area with his wet self. I was not happy. If it hadn't been for my full stomach courtesy of Jay's excellent fish-frying skills I would have been angrier. But it was thunder-storming again and I needed David to hold my hand while I panicked afraid we were going to get struck by lightning and die in the middle of nowhere Ohio. Luckily for us the RV park, also on this campsite, boasts its own cemetery so they could have buried us right then and there if need be.
After the storm it was beautiful and sunny allowing David a half-day to fish before we headed home. He didn't catch anything worth taking home but he did snag his first catfish a small one he threw back. I really should have snapped a picture. Jay was the one who caught lots of fish with Emmy coming in a close second. I don't fish so I read and visited with the people who were fishing. I thought about taking up fishing but if I take up one of David's hobbies I will be forced to do more camping and that is something I just am not okay doing more than once a year.
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