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Monday, July 21, 2008

Love and the Mississippi



Dave and I have safely returned from my birthday camping extravaganza! Here are the Top 10 things we learned:

* We're too old to be camping in tents
* I'm awfully fond of being clean and dry
* Dave has great taste in jewelry
* Turkey Spam isn't that bad
* Marmite flavored chips, on the other hand, are ish
* I probably wouldn't have resorted to cannibalism if I'd been in the Donner Party
* Solid shampoo is a wonderful invention
* It's good to have an extra sleeping bag in the trunk of your car
* Use fresh (not year-old) marshmallows for s'mores
* A cement mime can come in handy


So, yeah. We were at Itasca State Park, and we did our Minnesotan duty by walking across the Mississippi River at its "creek" stage. It sure is cute when it's little! There were baby ducks and little fish and pretty rocks. We also saw Indian burial mounds, which was spooky...and just as we were saying "wow, this is spooky!" a tree actually fell down near us. It's like the Indian ghosts were saying "run, white land-stealers!" We bought lots of gift-store trinkets, especially since it was my birthday. Dave gave me a lovely necklace for my birthday too. We had a lot of nice quiet time, which I spent reading a book on the Donner Party...kind of weird to read about people freezing and starving to death while I lounge under the sun eating yogurt-covered peanuts. And probably not best to be eating turkey Spam while reading the gritty parts. Finally, most of our weather was lovely and we had a lot of fun.
On the negative side, we ate pretty poorly, I would say. I don't what the deal was, but we never really managed to get a roaring fire going. My friend April sent me an awesome box of goodies from her home in England, and I brought along a couple selections: Trendy Seaweed Snack (delicious!) and Marmite Chips (horrid!).


Also, it rained...rained hard!...our first night and got everything in our tent pretty wet, resulting in the Tent Relocation Project. Finally, I threw out my back. See! Too old for this.

As for Phillipe, our cement mime...perhaps the less said the better. He did, however, seem to scare off most of the animals and a few irritating children on bikes.

Did no writing. Didn't even think about it.