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No one has offered to take my futon mattress. How disappointing. I thought people from Freecycle would take anything! It's even better now, because since I left the mattress outside to dry, birds pooped on it.
So, the campout. Hub signed off AIM at 3 or so on Friday, and I assumed he was going home so I became 'sick' and left too. Turns out he was just moving offices and didn't get home 'til 5. Not wanting to drive across town on Friday during rush hour, we waited and left a little after 7. I was sweating it because even thought the camp site is only about 40 miles away, there's always traffic to deal with and the gates were to be closed at 9 sharp. They did some significant construction on the road to the campsite, and I thought I was on the wrong road (like an idiot I didn't bring instructions with me since I'd been so many times over the years) and that made us arrive about 10 minutes before the gates closed. I was starting to unwind when hub discovered that the futon we'd put in the back of the van to sleep on had gotten soaked when a large water container split a seam and leaked at least 2 gallons of water on it. Fuck! we didn't have any padding to speak of and the floor of the van itself has a lot of little metal bumps and things that you can't tell if there's a futon over it, but would really be aware of without it. Hub tried sleeping on it by putting a trash bag over the part that was wet, but after a couple of hours the damp spot spread and he was clammy and really uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the campsite had a cabin that the organizer of the event offered to let us sleep in, so we belatedly took her up on her offer. We had the foresight to put almost everything in the van before we moved our sleeping quarters and there was a thunderstorm moving in when we hiked up to the cabin- it broke around 4am. We were able to settle in and get a little sleep. When we awoke and went to check on our campsite, it was soggy but the only thing soakable left out was a fabric folding chair that dried quickly in the sunlight. It turned out to be a beautiful sunny day (if absurdly humid at the beginning as all the rain steamed off) and we dragged the futon to a picnic bench to dry out.
It was a typical camping day with lots of sitting around, chatting with a couple of people, enjoying nature, swimming, nibbling, napping, wandering around, boffing, and more sitting. We walked around the campgrounds and saw a jackrabbit, a wren's nest and heard a million other birds including wild turkeys. It was incredibly peaceful, and almost painful to think of that place filled with 1700 (or however many) Flipside burners. I know many of them are responsible and pick up after themselves but just the notion of that many people on that land crammed in next to each other and tromping around- I hear they're trying to negotiate moving to a bigger campsite, and I hope they get it. No offense to the Flipsiders on my list, I just think RecPlant is too small for what Flipside has become.
Anyway, it was a quiet day. Hub was feeling pretty non-social so we kept to ourselves mostly, and I did some visiting when he was napping. We had some fantastic chicken fajitas- I never was a huge fan of fajitas, but when you cook them over a fire (including heating up the tortillas that way, which are otherwise flavorless and gummy) it makes them taste completely different.
More sitting and fooling around, and we decided to turn in at the cabin. The futon refused to dry. There was too much water dumped onto too small a spot, and when we'd set it out in the sun it would just soak through to the other side of the futon and sit there. We'd flip it over and get a repeat performance. On top if that, the cats have been pissing on it and the water that we squeezed out took on a dark amber color and quite a fragrance. Ugh. I'm really glad that cabin was available, because if it wasn't we probably would have just gone home.
We woke up pretty early and decided to head out. We'd put most everything back in the van anyway on the off chance that it rained again (the futon carefully rolled so the wet spot was doubled over on the futon and not touching any of my car) so it wasn't much of an effort to get ready to go. The restaurant we wanted to patronize was not open for another hour so I talked hub into a visit to Hill Country Lavender. I'd thought that the soap they make and that I love was cheaper at the store than when you order it from the interweb; it turns out it's not, they've just raised the price of the soap quite a bit. Well, it was still in my price range, so I stocked up. Hey, it's soap, it's worth some extra money if it's good. And it was a really pleasant drive. The Texas Hill Country is just about my favorite place on Earth.
We got to the famous Nutty Brown Cafe soon after it opened. They had a brunch buffet that tempted me, and it was pretty damn good. Some of the dishes were strange but very tasty. Soy and honey marinated sirloin on a bed of cheesy mashed potatoes, that kind of thing in addition to your standard migas and biscuits and chopped melon. Sufficiently stuffed, we arrived home, unloaded van and bowels (fun camping fact you maybe didn't know! It's easier to poop at home) and showered and generally cleaned up a bit. I taught an easy-going Initiate class and enjoyed the free flow of ideas and thoughts that is possible more with the Initiates; I don't feel so much like I have to keep on top of everyone to make sure we stay on task.
Gordon took us out to Mangia Pizza, which opened a branch right down the road from us recently. I was never a big fan of their sauce or their overly-thick pizza, so we tried a thin white pizza and it was actually pretty damn good. We also indulged and supported the new Ben and Jerry's next door (hooray chocolate therapy!) and settled in for some relaxing Adult Swim.
So, the campout. Hub signed off AIM at 3 or so on Friday, and I assumed he was going home so I became 'sick' and left too. Turns out he was just moving offices and didn't get home 'til 5. Not wanting to drive across town on Friday during rush hour, we waited and left a little after 7. I was sweating it because even thought the camp site is only about 40 miles away, there's always traffic to deal with and the gates were to be closed at 9 sharp. They did some significant construction on the road to the campsite, and I thought I was on the wrong road (like an idiot I didn't bring instructions with me since I'd been so many times over the years) and that made us arrive about 10 minutes before the gates closed. I was starting to unwind when hub discovered that the futon we'd put in the back of the van to sleep on had gotten soaked when a large water container split a seam and leaked at least 2 gallons of water on it. Fuck! we didn't have any padding to speak of and the floor of the van itself has a lot of little metal bumps and things that you can't tell if there's a futon over it, but would really be aware of without it. Hub tried sleeping on it by putting a trash bag over the part that was wet, but after a couple of hours the damp spot spread and he was clammy and really uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the campsite had a cabin that the organizer of the event offered to let us sleep in, so we belatedly took her up on her offer. We had the foresight to put almost everything in the van before we moved our sleeping quarters and there was a thunderstorm moving in when we hiked up to the cabin- it broke around 4am. We were able to settle in and get a little sleep. When we awoke and went to check on our campsite, it was soggy but the only thing soakable left out was a fabric folding chair that dried quickly in the sunlight. It turned out to be a beautiful sunny day (if absurdly humid at the beginning as all the rain steamed off) and we dragged the futon to a picnic bench to dry out.
It was a typical camping day with lots of sitting around, chatting with a couple of people, enjoying nature, swimming, nibbling, napping, wandering around, boffing, and more sitting. We walked around the campgrounds and saw a jackrabbit, a wren's nest and heard a million other birds including wild turkeys. It was incredibly peaceful, and almost painful to think of that place filled with 1700 (or however many) Flipside burners. I know many of them are responsible and pick up after themselves but just the notion of that many people on that land crammed in next to each other and tromping around- I hear they're trying to negotiate moving to a bigger campsite, and I hope they get it. No offense to the Flipsiders on my list, I just think RecPlant is too small for what Flipside has become.
Anyway, it was a quiet day. Hub was feeling pretty non-social so we kept to ourselves mostly, and I did some visiting when he was napping. We had some fantastic chicken fajitas- I never was a huge fan of fajitas, but when you cook them over a fire (including heating up the tortillas that way, which are otherwise flavorless and gummy) it makes them taste completely different.
More sitting and fooling around, and we decided to turn in at the cabin. The futon refused to dry. There was too much water dumped onto too small a spot, and when we'd set it out in the sun it would just soak through to the other side of the futon and sit there. We'd flip it over and get a repeat performance. On top if that, the cats have been pissing on it and the water that we squeezed out took on a dark amber color and quite a fragrance. Ugh. I'm really glad that cabin was available, because if it wasn't we probably would have just gone home.
We woke up pretty early and decided to head out. We'd put most everything back in the van anyway on the off chance that it rained again (the futon carefully rolled so the wet spot was doubled over on the futon and not touching any of my car) so it wasn't much of an effort to get ready to go. The restaurant we wanted to patronize was not open for another hour so I talked hub into a visit to Hill Country Lavender. I'd thought that the soap they make and that I love was cheaper at the store than when you order it from the interweb; it turns out it's not, they've just raised the price of the soap quite a bit. Well, it was still in my price range, so I stocked up. Hey, it's soap, it's worth some extra money if it's good. And it was a really pleasant drive. The Texas Hill Country is just about my favorite place on Earth.
We got to the famous Nutty Brown Cafe soon after it opened. They had a brunch buffet that tempted me, and it was pretty damn good. Some of the dishes were strange but very tasty. Soy and honey marinated sirloin on a bed of cheesy mashed potatoes, that kind of thing in addition to your standard migas and biscuits and chopped melon. Sufficiently stuffed, we arrived home, unloaded van and bowels (fun camping fact you maybe didn't know! It's easier to poop at home) and showered and generally cleaned up a bit. I taught an easy-going Initiate class and enjoyed the free flow of ideas and thoughts that is possible more with the Initiates; I don't feel so much like I have to keep on top of everyone to make sure we stay on task.
Gordon took us out to Mangia Pizza, which opened a branch right down the road from us recently. I was never a big fan of their sauce or their overly-thick pizza, so we tried a thin white pizza and it was actually pretty damn good. We also indulged and supported the new Ben and Jerry's next door (hooray chocolate therapy!) and settled in for some relaxing Adult Swim.
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