We are, at present, camping – but not, like, “camping,” like “yay, hamburgers!”…like camping. In the middle of absolutely nowhere. With no running water or bathrooms or humans that aren’t us anywhere in close range, and with a park ranger who informed us upon our arrival that we were not to leave until the designated departure time. And when I said “What if there’s an emergency?” he said, “I guess you call 911.”
Important detail: I have no cell phone service here.
(Or I sort of do – I managed to find a single spot in our site that had enough service to allow me to set up an extremely weak personal hotspot, which I used first to email my parents and tell them where, exactly, we are, because it occurred to me that I gave this information to literally nobody prior to our departure, and if Ranger John shows up tonight and sets animal traps to catch us and then puts us in his woodland dungeon, it’d be nice if somebody at least had a hint where to start looking. And then I used the remaining molecule of Internet access to write this post, because I have skipped a day of posting only once in my eight years of writing this website, and I don’t want anyone to notice that I didn’t post on Friday and prematurely suspect that we are currently starring in a real-life The Hills Are Alive. I mean, we might be. But let’s at least wait and see, shall we?)
We’re okay. Sort of. We definitely did not bring enough food or ice, only have enough water if our children stop using our reserves to make mud pies, and have a tent that is being held up by a whittled-down chopstick (really), but roughing it for a couple of days is fun.
…Right?
We do have more than enough beer, so that’s something.
I have my camera with me, obviously, and have oh so much to tell you once I’m back on the grid. Until then, wish us luck and a complete absence of mountain lions and/or Forest Zombies).
