Wednesday, May 5, 2021
“May the Fourth Be with You Day” has come and gone. We packed up from basecamp, loaded up all the food, and hit the open road. We found a great deli (simple food, made well) at a diesel gas station and picked up sandwiches for the rest of the day’s meals. Also some deviled eggs and a very nice salad. Okay, and a chocolate muffin.
Then we got a text from the older of our two daughters (the one who is providing the home of basecamp, not the one who lives in NYC with her wife and they're having a baby!); she asked if we intended to leave the dog food behind, in her refrigerator. This is home-made dog food that Mike prepares once a week . . . so to make a long story short, she drove out to our campsite and brought Javy his food. What a good daughter!
Thursday, May 6, 2021
Lost all the rest of my writing Wednesday; am not working directly in the on-line Weebly post anymore; working in a Word doc which I will faithfully save often. Going old school, I reckon. SAVE YOUR DOCUMENT! (ADDITIONAL NOTE: I started writing in the on-line version again . . . so now I am using the "save" function often. I swear!)
The first day we were here, a major storm blew in. We were warned about the storm by the camp host, Doug, who rolled up in a golf cart. We scurried to secure and rainproof everything, then hunkered in the sleeping tent while the storm pelted, pounded, thundered and lighteninged. After a while the rain subsided and we were able to eat our store-bought supper in the screen porch (screen tent?).
Last night at tick inspection Mike found one near my neck. I found three on him. The “good tweezers” are efficient at removing them whole, which is essential. I’m using sanitizing hand wipes to clean the wound and tweezers. The tick can be killed with the tweezers inside a single layer of the wipe. The score so far in two rounds is as follows – Round 1: (pre-camping at that campsite with the helicopter pilot training missions overhead) Mike – 1, Shelley – 2; Round 2 (Camp 1 Day 2): Mike 3, Shelley 1; Total Score – Mike 4, Shelley 3. So Mike is winning . . . the creepiest contest regarding the hands-down worst thing about camping in Virginia.
This morning it is cold. My sleeping bag is warm and my little sleeping hat is working well. Oh Mike is waking up. Time to get moving. More later.
So it is later. We had a delicious breakfast of (for her) oatmeal with sliced bananas in it, orange slices, and a wonderful cup of tea in my bitchen cup and (for him) buttered toast, orange slices, a banana, and excellent coffee also in a bitchen cup. When I say "bitchen cup" I mean a cup that holds a hot beverage hot for a looooong time. It stays hot enough to burn your tongue for about ten minutes and hot enough to be a hot beverage for another 30 minutes, and hot enough to be palatable for at least another hour.
As for the toast . . . we literally threw away the little toaster that sits on top of a propane camping stove burner. Buttered bread in the frying pan is literally ten times faster and easier to manage as well. We only got it because we were increasing our order to save shipping. So around $6 for body wipes (the camper's shower) and $4 for the toaster, which is now in the trash can. We did not want to give something to Good Will that is actually a curse. We speculate that the well-toasted bread in the photo was done using a real toaster. Buyer Beware! This is America!
Today's lunch we are going to make a salad with sliced turkey and hard boiled eggs and some sliced cheese and use those supplies before they go bad. Actually, the ice chests seem to be working very well. And for this campsite, at least, there is some kind of roadside market right at the entrance to the park. They advertise ice, propane and gasoline.
I wonder if they have any chocolate muffins.
~ Dr. P-J
“May the Fourth Be with You Day” has come and gone. We packed up from basecamp, loaded up all the food, and hit the open road. We found a great deli (simple food, made well) at a diesel gas station and picked up sandwiches for the rest of the day’s meals. Also some deviled eggs and a very nice salad. Okay, and a chocolate muffin.
Then we got a text from the older of our two daughters (the one who is providing the home of basecamp, not the one who lives in NYC with her wife and they're having a baby!); she asked if we intended to leave the dog food behind, in her refrigerator. This is home-made dog food that Mike prepares once a week . . . so to make a long story short, she drove out to our campsite and brought Javy his food. What a good daughter!
Thursday, May 6, 2021
Lost all the rest of my writing Wednesday; am not working directly in the on-line Weebly post anymore; working in a Word doc which I will faithfully save often. Going old school, I reckon. SAVE YOUR DOCUMENT! (ADDITIONAL NOTE: I started writing in the on-line version again . . . so now I am using the "save" function often. I swear!)
The first day we were here, a major storm blew in. We were warned about the storm by the camp host, Doug, who rolled up in a golf cart. We scurried to secure and rainproof everything, then hunkered in the sleeping tent while the storm pelted, pounded, thundered and lighteninged. After a while the rain subsided and we were able to eat our store-bought supper in the screen porch (screen tent?).
Last night at tick inspection Mike found one near my neck. I found three on him. The “good tweezers” are efficient at removing them whole, which is essential. I’m using sanitizing hand wipes to clean the wound and tweezers. The tick can be killed with the tweezers inside a single layer of the wipe. The score so far in two rounds is as follows – Round 1: (pre-camping at that campsite with the helicopter pilot training missions overhead) Mike – 1, Shelley – 2; Round 2 (Camp 1 Day 2): Mike 3, Shelley 1; Total Score – Mike 4, Shelley 3. So Mike is winning . . . the creepiest contest regarding the hands-down worst thing about camping in Virginia.
This morning it is cold. My sleeping bag is warm and my little sleeping hat is working well. Oh Mike is waking up. Time to get moving. More later.
So it is later. We had a delicious breakfast of (for her) oatmeal with sliced bananas in it, orange slices, and a wonderful cup of tea in my bitchen cup and (for him) buttered toast, orange slices, a banana, and excellent coffee also in a bitchen cup. When I say "bitchen cup" I mean a cup that holds a hot beverage hot for a looooong time. It stays hot enough to burn your tongue for about ten minutes and hot enough to be a hot beverage for another 30 minutes, and hot enough to be palatable for at least another hour.
As for the toast . . . we literally threw away the little toaster that sits on top of a propane camping stove burner. Buttered bread in the frying pan is literally ten times faster and easier to manage as well. We only got it because we were increasing our order to save shipping. So around $6 for body wipes (the camper's shower) and $4 for the toaster, which is now in the trash can. We did not want to give something to Good Will that is actually a curse. We speculate that the well-toasted bread in the photo was done using a real toaster. Buyer Beware! This is America!
Today's lunch we are going to make a salad with sliced turkey and hard boiled eggs and some sliced cheese and use those supplies before they go bad. Actually, the ice chests seem to be working very well. And for this campsite, at least, there is some kind of roadside market right at the entrance to the park. They advertise ice, propane and gasoline.
I wonder if they have any chocolate muffins.
~ Dr. P-J
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