Pick a tent and fold
Early for me to be posting, given that the sun is still above the horizon. I realize that the evening will be filled with challenges. Best to get my daily responsibilities in order.
This afternoon I pitched the tent. Two of them, actually; a chance to choose the better of the pair before darkness. I did have to spray a mildew trace into oblivion, using trusty window cleaner. Spritz, wipe, wonder where the stain went? And given the relative age of our tents, there wasn’t any broken pole to mend, or zipper to zip. All good. We’re still trying to decide if we want to drag the camp kitchen along (I’m voting against), and the air mattresses and sleeping bags are ready for action. Tonight we sleep to the sound of surf.
Hard to believe we haven’t pitched a campsite for close to three years. A few other things (like building a house, moving, etc) interfered with our regular plans for summer. Now, the idea of getting away from all the comforts of home is poking (me) in the ribs.
My age is showing, of course. Got down to peg the tents and feared I might have to holler for an assisted lift. The knees aren’t as versatile as they used to be, I guess. Might just have to get one of those fancy walking sticks, to amuse the youth. And fend off the admirers. Oh the dreams of the aged.
Back to packing stuff. Or I will be caught by the challenges of sundown.
