Out There.: Memorial Day Weekend

*WARNING: LONG POST WITH PICTURE OVERLOAD*

I am trying to see if I can actually blog, to remember things and work my way off Facebook.

We were able to let our old travel trailer go. We have a lot at The Glen at Maple Falls. It has a park model travel trailer on it, so we do not suffer at all and very loosely call it “camping”. we sleep in a real bed and pretty much have all we need in there. there is a fire pit, woods, pool, and of course the Nooksack River. The best part is it is like being 1000 miles away and it only takes us 30 minutes.

I was still in the nostalgia mood when I packed, so I thought, well, no kids or grandkids will be around, but I will make stuff we used to when we were camping in the dirt. I actually went to the store and bought stuff for s”mores. I don’t get this stuff any more, because we are old and don’t need 16 lbs of sugar before bed, but what brings back memories more than a flaming black marshmallow and all that goo stuck in you kids hair and pajamas before bed!

I went up on Wednesday, in the rain, checking the hourly forecast for when we could have a fire and torch some marshmallows. Warren came up Thursday after work. It continued to rain. we took the dog out for long walks between showers, but held little hope of the big, warm fire...

Marty was aghast that we made him go out and take these long walks when it was a mere 48 degrees...

Fire Pit...waiting,,,

My dinner of BLAST, bacon. lettuce, tomato, avocado, and spinach.

Friday afternoon, the clouds parted enough for us to start a fire and cook some foil packets! A blast from the past. Without kids we could put stuff in them we liked and kids hate! Hamburger, carrots, mushrooms, onions, celery,spinach, and potatoes. I sealed them up in foil and we shoved them into the fire for 15 minutes. They were awfully good. We must have been hungry.

Our view from the picnic table! I never tire of this!

Our favorite clock. "who cares?"

Our shed- You HAVE to have the lights...

By Saturday I had been alone a LOT, as Warren kept having to drive back to civilization for meetings and stuff with church and to get the boat for fishing... I knew Josh, Karen, Joel, Christine and all the kids were in Oregon for softball. Chuck was camping in E. Washington, so I figured I’d check in on John... He was home, after a trip to the ER in an AID car!! He broke his Fibula! (The fibula or calf bone is a leg bone located on the lateral side of the tibia, with which it is connected above and below. It is the smaller of the two bones). He had been line skating and fell. He will consult with a surgeon Thursday. After ALL my questions, he asked me to stop asking questions, said he was ok, did not want to fly home, to the US, to have it fixed, promised he would listen to the Dr, and would keep me posted. I felt so bad for him. He had been in Canada 4 days. His roommates had to move all his stuff in, out of the truck, feed him, and take him to the Dr.

So I checked in with Jana, to see if perhaps my buddy, Cohen, might want to come camping over night and give Jana and Danny a night of rest before Ezra arrives. They were all game for it. I had HIGH hopes of swimming, walking, campfires, dragging out those s’mores... but the rains continued...So we went out and walked in the rain, got all wet, came in and had a hot bath and got ready for bed, but not before a little Elmo with Grampa...Cohen was a trooper and loved it all. No complaints, I just felt bad we could not get out and do more. He loved all the carved bears, flags, flowers, puddles, and dogs!

Monday is here, the s’mores are still in the cupboard. Maybe next week the rains will stop...