So, after intensive debating for months, Chris finallydecided to take the so-called high-maintainance Coconut Head to gocamping. Our goal was simple - cross the fingers that we won't want tokill each other the next morning. In his mind, if a woman who desires ashower, preferably a hot one, at a camp site is a sign for disaster.
All right, the tent is up. With two big pillows, the sleeping bags look cozy.
Take a leisure walk before the dinner.
Itotally wanted to go for a run through the nice and flat trail. But,when it comes to running, Chris is pretty much wimpy. He can ONLY WALK.
Walking along...
The ultimate test of being a manly man - build the fire. Guess Chris passed this test with B- this time.
ToChris, the purpose of camping is to return to the nature and the mostsimple form of living. To me, gourmet food is just a nice frosting on acake which should not be spared
Thissouthern BBQ chicken wrap with slaw just earned me the right to be incharge of future camping menu. So, no more Chris-bitch-and-moan aboutme bringing too much crap.
Chrisand I were discussing what's the ultimate reason for camping? Return tothe nature? Skip the daily shower? Play with the camping toys? Theanswer was obvious when we started cooking smores. It's the smores. Itwas so good that I almost wanted to start cooking it over my gas rangeat home.
Mission accomplished - We did not kill each other, but went for breakfast peacefully the next morning.
The Mountain Inn at Boulder Creek.