Late last week, we (my wife and I) came to the decision it was time to get out of the house for a while. Many of you know how busy I have been with my various projects and how much time and energy I have devoted to them. Liz has also been pretty busy with her life and side projects and I guess decided it was time to get out of town. So last Wednesday, I receive a message saying ‘Let’s go camping this weekend!’
After a discussion on finances and possible locations to camp, we picked one of our favorite places to camp — Lake Sylvia. For those who are new here, Lake Sylvia is where we had our ‘after party’ after we got married a little over a year ago. Friday morning rolls around and I spend the morning digging through all our camping stuff — much of which hasn’t been touched since our honeymoon a year ago — and getting it all organized, washed, and re-packed.
As with many of our previous trips, we left about an hour later than we wanted to. Most of the time, this doesn’t mean much, but when camping at a first come first served location, the sooner you arrive, the better campsite you will get. With that in mind, it should be no surprise that when we finally did arrive, all the good campsites were taken by people who had just arrived. Needless to say, grumpy cat couldn’t have matched my expression at seeing my coveted site 7 taken.
Liz and I prefer a campsite that is away from other people. Not that we are anti-social, far from it, but we don’t want to hear other people’s conversations, music, or worse, screaming kids. Unfortunately, all the good, semi-private spots were taken. It was looking like the only spots open were the ones we occupied at our after-party, which was in the middle of the damned park. We had to find something a little more secluded. For good measure, we drove around the park a few more times to make sure nobody was tearing down rather than setting up. Of course not.
Finding a spot that was even somewhat secluded was impossible, so we chose the next best thing — a spot at the end of the road. At least if we did get neighbors, they would only be on one side of us. The problem with this site, of course, is that it was directly across from the camp hosts — the retired folk who take their camper to a campground for a season and volunteer to watch over it. So much for privacy.