So last weekend in a word was CRAY (“cray” is how the kids have shortened the word crazy to be cool). I for reasons I find hard to explain went winter camping with my good friends Billy, Vitor, and George. Well to be fair it’s not that hard to explain. The city has made me into a bit of a weenie so I do these excursions to make myself a bit tougher.
We got to the camp site at about 3pm on Saturday to find the temperature to be a nippy 19 degrees. I was worried to say the least. Don’t worry I went to REI the night before and got some Long John’s (which I promptly renamed Long Paul’s) I also got some new gloves and the thickest socks I’ve ever seen. After walking to the camp site which isn’t too far we started to gather all the wood we would need for the fire. If you ever go camping with Victor you learn quickly that it’s impossible to gather too much wood for the campfire. As the day light slipped away we stared the fire and started in on drinking the only liquid you can bring to a campsite that is far below freezing (pictured below). Couple of quick highlights, a assortment of fire works were set off. Many unintentional falls. A fire pass out (we’ll leave that there). Delicious sausge fajita. Lastly an amazing thermos of Hot Apple Rye Cider and 3 LBs of cured meats. I think the pictures tell the rest of the story pretty accurately. Billy snapped most of these as I decided it was far too cold to try and operate my camera. I can’t say I regret that choice. Oh one last thing. By the time our frozen feet got us back to the car the next morning the temperature was at a cruel 7 degrees. WOW! this might have been my first and last winter camping trip. cold!
the camp site