Wednesday, March 28, 2012
We were roasting red pepper & asiago chicken sausages over the campfire, and noshing on pretzels with raspberry jam from Tait Farms and ginger garlic whole grain mustard from Pleasant Valley Farm, when it finally occurred to me. I have become a camping yuppie. If the LL Bean fleece and flannel shirt didn't give it away, the feast we acquired from the local food convention sure did. C'est la vie.
The weather was nice enough, just recently cooled down to 60 degrees with a chance of rain, and seemed like the perfect opportunity for some "speed glamping." We only had one night to spare, and a new air mattress to try out (since I sleep terribly on the ground). The chance of rain kept the crowds away from Rose Point Park Campground, a largely RV-dominated, tightly packed little place an hour north of town, so we were able to find a little site without any neighbors. Camping neighbors can be the worst.
It's nice that the warm weather has started camping season early. Let's hope it stays that way.
Oh yeah, and it seems J may have finally semi-mastered the art of starting a fire. Go big or go home, as they say...