Camping Update

Personal Bits

Sharkboy and I have pretty much all the “big ticket” items in place at the campground now. We’ve got the gingham picnic table cover, the BBQ and we’re even mowing the lawn on a weekly basis (push mower, no gas or electric for these hardy boys). While we can’t afford a trailer (and thinking about it, I’m not sure I want to go that “far” with the whole “Summer in a structure that attracts ridicule and hurricanes” kinda thing), we’re having the time of our lives.

But there are disturbing moments.

Friday night, we got to the site and started to set up for the weekend. We placed our food in the cooler and finished in record time (thank god for the shed). The night was quiet and clear and the bats were doing their job of eating as much mosquitoes as possible. It was idyllic!

The next morning, I flounce into the dining tent to get some cold chicken wings I had bought for breakfast the night before, when I came across a scene of such distruction, I was certain a mini-cyclone had come through in the night. The coolers were open. Things were knocked about. And I was standing on some foccacia bread.

Racoons! Scourge of the forest! Cute but destructive vermin that have no regard for my breakfast habits, had taken, bones and all, my chicken wings.

Bones and all. Not one to be found. I find that a bit disturbing: cute raccoons eating bones till nothing remained. I thought for a moment that later we would discover a small figurine of a man, made from lashed together sinew and chicken bones, at the foot of our tent. Not event the satisfaction of a bad movie parody. The food was gone.

Pesky bastards.

9 thoughts on “Camping Update

  1. Busdriver

    Busdriver is suffering from camping envy.
    Don’t think I’ll be doing much this season.

    SIGH!!!!!!!!

  2. Dead Robot

    Thank you, Peter! Will you be drinking while camping? Does seeing naked men sitting around a pool offend?

  3. Dead Robot

    I like being blogrolled! (HINT HINT)

    You can come. But I’m not driving you to the Simcoe Tractor Pull.

  4. Dead Robot

    Last year we discovered that getting out of the city on Friday and coming back on Sunday just as the parade started was optimum for old-fuddy-duddism we seem to share about Pride-crowds.

    Brian, you are always welcome on our site. We even have a spare tent-sleeping bag-air matress.

    Evil P! why arent you on Gmail Chat?

  5. Brian

    I’m so jealous. Are you escaping next pride weekend? I must be getting old, I’d rather be in thr country than walk around sardine packed streets of bars of Church St.

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