Thursday, September 15, 2005

The best laid plans...

Funny thing about camping in Oregon after Labor Day: it's friggin' freezing at night. And I'm not being overly dramatic because SockMama and I only made it through one night - it was actually 28 degrees in Central Oregon. I was getting over a cold, SockMama was just starting to come down with my cold, and our dog wouldn't come out of the tent. Yes. It was THAT cold.

It would be different if we were a little better prepared for the frigid temperatures. But we weren't. And it would be WAY different if our dog could actually sleep and leave us the hell alone instead of moving around restlessly all night because he can't burrow underneath the covers like he gets to at home. But we have sleeping bags. Which means Scout can't burrow, which means we have to unzip the already underrated (both bags are rated at 40 degrees...you do the math) and sacrifice what little warmth we had to appease one sullen-looking beagle.

So we made it a night. My cold was back, SockMama's was just starting to get comfortable in the bottom reaches of her lungs, and every inch of surface area is covered in gritty dust, courtesy of Central Oregon's high desert. Needless to say, we packed up, drove back to our cousin's place, took two long showers, and spent two more nights there. Camping was done.

But, before we got depressed about a vacation wasted, SockMama decided to use the money we saved from camping around Oregon to get a bike for her. It's a cool little Trek hybrid bike and we've been cycling around all week.

Ahh...the great outdoors.

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