One last time
Today, with little warning, we decided to camping. Kerrie is taking the rest of the day off and we’re headed off to Newton Hills with the tent, the kayak, the Sirius satellite radio, and a case of beer.
This will mark the last time we go camping this year, I believe.
Of course, it may also be the most memorable. As much as I like hanging out with a group of friends, or laying in the warm sun, or travelling to the Black Hills, I still feel the best camping weather is 65-70 degrees and windy on an October day. Just Kerrie and me and our dog.
That way we can wake up and listen to NPR all morning like a couple of yuppies.
God, I love camping.