Last Friday my husband, my sister, her boyfriend, and their two dogs crammed into a borrowed mini van with all our camping gear and headed to the ocean. We intended to leave by 1pm to beat the rush hour traffic that plagues us Seattle dwellers but somehow it was suddenly 4pm when finally merged onto the highway.
As we crawled through traffic our belly’s began to growl and the realization grew that our carefully prepared, much anticipated, tin foil dinners were at least 4 hours away from consumption. An emergency trip to Taco Bell was in order and then…why not…a stop at Dairy Queen too.
The closer we inched to the coast the thicker the fog and mist grew. We arrived at our campsite a little before sunset in completely inappropriate summer gear for the chilly ocean breeze and threatening rain clouds. We hit the whiskey and powered through tent set ups and fire building just in time for a late night snack of fire grilled Smoked Apple Sage “Sausages” and veggie burgers…dry…because we all forgot the condiments.
The night grew thicker and suddenly much wetter. We played a game of Catch Phrase and sipped more whiskey until the rain finally sent us to bed. It’s not at all how we imagined our first camping trip of the season and we were all secretly wishing we were back home where it was hot and sunny.
The next morning we powered through a pancake breakfast and layered up before heading to the beach. The wind was powerful and we flew kites all morning. We headed back to camp at lunch time and huddled around the smokey fire. Staring mesmerized into the flames it grew warmer….and then lighter…and then…OMG! The sun’s out!! We grabbed the Frisbee, both kites, and changed into flip flops. As soon as our feet hit the warm sand our moods changed and smiles grew. I set my camera on top of a sweatshirt and hit the 10 second timer. “Let’s jump!” I told her. And so we did. And it was awesome.
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