Holy cow it’s been awhile since I have posted. It seems like time is flying! I certainly need to remedy that. So, last weekend, the hottest weekend of the year (so far), we went camping on the bee farm. I had to set more fence posts in the ground and I have been itching to stay up and see the stars and listen to the crickets. You know, they say you can find the temperature by counting cricket chirps for 15 seconds and adding 37. I don’t think I could count fast enough to make a good measurement so I am sure that it works. It was hot!
Anyhow, I dug more fence posts and cut a bunch of trees and brush. The kids mostly read their kindles but they also went on a rock hunt. I told them I would pay them if they would find sufficient rocks to make a proper fire pit. I wanted to hear crickets and by golly, I wanted to smell like smoke before I laid down for the night. The kids were great. They actually dug some rocks out of the ground. I suppose they saw it as an easy way to make things happen fast…find huge rocks and dig them up…make Dad carry them to make for an instant fire pit. Well, they did a great job though my back may never forgive me after carrying some of their finds.
All of this is to say, we got pretty hot and sweaty outside working all day. Luckily, I bought that tank I mentioned in the last post. We had 35 gallons of water to set the concrete posts, cook and bathe. Of course, bathing was a relative thing, but we made the best of it taking a cold water bath at our campsite.
Oh, I don’t want to forget…on the way walking the path between the tent and the car (which housed the water tank), I happened upon a copperhead. He wasn’t wearing pants thankfully or there would have been two of us in a code brown status. I grabbed a shovel and went after him but he was headed for the woods too.
We finally got cleaned up and went to bed. Rather, we went to clumpy ground…it could hardly be called a bed (gee whiz have I become soft in my old age). I never did get a chance to really look at the stars. Still, camping on our land was absolutely wonderful! We ate mountain pies and roasted marshmallows. We giggled in the tent and woke up groggy. It was a marvelous weekend, stiff backs and necks aside.
There is lots more fun to report including driving the van 60 mph across our hay field…but you will have to wait until next time to read about that!
6 thoughts on “Camping!”
Yea, I’ve outgrown the “sleep on the ground” part of camping. I’d rather ‘camp’ in a cabin with a mattress. 🙂
I’m so glad y’all had fun and roasted marshmallows. That’s all that’s important.
Pizza mountain pies—the all-time best campfire food!
Sorry about finding the copperhead. I’ve only ever chanced upon one (down in New River Gorge)—and it made me happy that we live out of their range.
Methinks you should look into getting yourself a camper!
At our age sleeping on the ground is not an option.
Sounds like a great time. It got hot so fast this year – I guess we missed the good camping weather.
I don’t think I was ever young enough to sleep on the ground. EVER!
We used to call those Hobo Pies and the kids thought they were manna from heaven.
When we sold the camper, Butch insisted we keep the thingys. Grandkids I suppose.
Looks like you guys had a great time! I’m glad you got to camp out at your bee farm! It reminds me of all of the camp outs we had back when we bought our farm. Those crazy guys you work for used to camp out in my back yard! lol
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