Camping

So sleeping on the ground wedged between a baby and a chihuahua wasn't the most comfortable way to spend the night, but we survived! Brandt slept well, at least. There weren't any bears, but only because I remembered in the middle of the night that I had snacks in my bag and made Dan get up and put it in the bear box. Close call.

We realized exactly how sweet our site was when two vultures set up folding chairs waiting for us to leave at 6am. We didn't see them until 8am, but it was still pretty annoying. They were more of a nuisance to our neighbors, though, since they were closer to their tent and kept engaging them in unwanted conversation.

Yesterday afternoon Dan claimed he was going to take a refreshing morning swim and I didn't believe it would happen, but he hopped right in! It was way too cold for me to join him. I guess there's still a little Minnesota in his blood.

It was nice to swing by the condo and take showers before hitting the road home. Next time we might do *real* camping with no condo to run home to if the going gets rough, but this was a good first experience.