The campsite as first set up. My pathetic old tent from High School serves as the pantry and porta-potty.
I just figured out how to use the timer on this camera. Hence, we all get to be in the picture.
That bucket I'm sitting on was our stepping-stool, campfire chair, chamber-pot, and garbage-can. In that order.
That's not my baja, and normally I would not wear such a thing. But I'm glad my niece brought it, because it was friggin' cold this weekend. (Are you there, God? It's August, for fuck's sake!)
Not only does J have the ability to conjure fire from the Earth--she also has great dental hygiene!
Getting ready for sleep on the second night. I swear, J has been brushing her teeth for, like, the entire day.
All those hours of playing Tetris have paid off for Snake, who managed to pack the VW Golf to the brink of bursting.
I love this photo of Olive looking out over the water. I took this just two days ago, and already it fills me with joy and pastel shaded nostalgia.
We had a rope swing where our path took us down to the pond. It amazed me that the park allowed this liability to remain. Yet, with the splashes and laughter that came from down here all weekend, I wouldn't want to meet any park ranger black-hearted enough to take it down.
Your humble narrator. I hardly ever smoke this pipe--it's too big for everyday use. But for long, lazy camping afternoons, it's just right. I only had to fill it twice, all weekend!
Really, if you've never cooked an english muffin with egg, bacon, and cheese in a pie-iron, well, you've never been as happy as this guy.
Damn fool thing was still too hot to eat. Presumably the ladies are having the same problem with their coffee.
A peiced-together panaroma of the campsite on the second day. The thumbnail can't do this one justice; just click on it, already! Then, note how dry the ground under the tent was, at this point.
