I went camping! Okay, it wasn't backpacking, but hey: I still got to see the stars and sleep outdoors.
We will not mention the s'mores.
Backpackers have a phrase for setting up a tent without carrying it several miles first. They call it "car camping". Well, this trip was airplane camping! We had a total of four aircraft, and with a little shuffling of baggage we got all of them under max weight for departure. I got to ride over in a Yak, still fully labeled in Russian. The owner let me have the controls for a lot of the ride. He even did a couple of aerobatic maneuvers before we landed at Columbia Airport. Wheee!
It's probably been six years since I've set up that big car-camping tent. I got interested in backpacking right after I purchased it, and the dang thing weighs too much for that. So I couldn't remember how the ridge pole hooked up with the shoulders. Another camper, unburdened with the handicap of reading the labels, figured out how to turn the connectors (upside down works perfectly) and we got it set up. Woohoo -- now that tent's been used twice. :-)
We walked into town (about twenty minutes) for dinner. This turned out to be a mistake for me, but hey, we didn't have the useful load in the aircraft for stoves and all. It was good food though. Mmmm, enchiladas and margaritas. Afterwards a helpful restaurant employee gave two of us a ride over to the little corner store, most of the way back to the airport. Yay! We picked up some charcoal for the grill and... I will not mention the disaster that was the s'mores.
We talked and drank well into the night. I hope no other campers at Columbia that night come across this blog, or they'll know whose group was making all that noise. At least we were a ways away from the nearest other tent.
When it came time to go to sleep,
rfrench walked back into town again. He was staying at the nearby hotel. He likes his clean sheets and hot showers, not to mention an AC outlet for the CPAP machine he uses at night.
The campground does have showers, as it turns out. In the morning I headed over and saw how nice the building was. They ask that you limit the use to five minutes, but there's hot water and there's a sink and a flush toilet and everything. For "camping" it was pretty luxurious. I hadn't planned to shower, so I didn't have a towel or anything, but since it was there I hosed myself down. My shower had an adorable little frog living in the cold-water handle. He was very cute.
We met Rob at his hotel in town and then headed to a nearby restaurant for breakfast. I knew I was going to pay for all this walking, and I did briefly consider just playing solitaire until the group came back, but I let peer pressure bring me along. Eh well, today I know what the cost is. Again I managed to wheedle a ride back to the airport (yay! People in this town are so nice). I yielded my seat in the Yak to another pilot who was eager to fly in the big Russian trainer, and we got home fairly quickly in Rob's Saratoga.
I haven't been camping in probably two years. I felt the reminder of what I used to enjoy mixed with the recognition that I can still do at least a little of it -- a poignant combination. I wanna go camping again, minus the walk into town, and sleep out under the stars. Mmmmmm.
We will not mention the s'mores.
Backpackers have a phrase for setting up a tent without carrying it several miles first. They call it "car camping". Well, this trip was airplane camping! We had a total of four aircraft, and with a little shuffling of baggage we got all of them under max weight for departure. I got to ride over in a Yak, still fully labeled in Russian. The owner let me have the controls for a lot of the ride. He even did a couple of aerobatic maneuvers before we landed at Columbia Airport. Wheee!
It's probably been six years since I've set up that big car-camping tent. I got interested in backpacking right after I purchased it, and the dang thing weighs too much for that. So I couldn't remember how the ridge pole hooked up with the shoulders. Another camper, unburdened with the handicap of reading the labels, figured out how to turn the connectors (upside down works perfectly) and we got it set up. Woohoo -- now that tent's been used twice. :-)
We walked into town (about twenty minutes) for dinner. This turned out to be a mistake for me, but hey, we didn't have the useful load in the aircraft for stoves and all. It was good food though. Mmmm, enchiladas and margaritas. Afterwards a helpful restaurant employee gave two of us a ride over to the little corner store, most of the way back to the airport. Yay! We picked up some charcoal for the grill and... I will not mention the disaster that was the s'mores.
We talked and drank well into the night. I hope no other campers at Columbia that night come across this blog, or they'll know whose group was making all that noise. At least we were a ways away from the nearest other tent.
When it came time to go to sleep,
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The campground does have showers, as it turns out. In the morning I headed over and saw how nice the building was. They ask that you limit the use to five minutes, but there's hot water and there's a sink and a flush toilet and everything. For "camping" it was pretty luxurious. I hadn't planned to shower, so I didn't have a towel or anything, but since it was there I hosed myself down. My shower had an adorable little frog living in the cold-water handle. He was very cute.
We met Rob at his hotel in town and then headed to a nearby restaurant for breakfast. I knew I was going to pay for all this walking, and I did briefly consider just playing solitaire until the group came back, but I let peer pressure bring me along. Eh well, today I know what the cost is. Again I managed to wheedle a ride back to the airport (yay! People in this town are so nice). I yielded my seat in the Yak to another pilot who was eager to fly in the big Russian trainer, and we got home fairly quickly in Rob's Saratoga.
I haven't been camping in probably two years. I felt the reminder of what I used to enjoy mixed with the recognition that I can still do at least a little of it -- a poignant combination. I wanna go camping again, minus the walk into town, and sleep out under the stars. Mmmmmm.
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We will not mention the s'mores.
Aw, c'mon. I'm sure it's a great story. ;-)
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Sadly, we missed the early camping season, and now it's hot in the mountains. I'm hoping we'll make it back in September or early October.
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Portable showers! ;-)
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Extra smores stuff isn't a bad thing. You can always make some at home :)
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Maybe I should have a s'mores party! Woohoo, everybody go to CJ's and get REALLY WILD... making s'mores!
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Glad you had a good time, except for the walking part.
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As unrustic as it is, Burke's Canoes near Forestville is great for camping overnight then taking a daytime canoe trip on the Russian River. For just camping, the state parks are nifty (Butano?), there's camping up the coast on state beaches. I used to love a campsite about a mile inland from Goat Rock in Sonoma County, but it's gotten more popular lately and isn't as rustic. There are 18 camp spots, I've been there a few times when it's been less than 25% full. The last couple of times, it was mostly full. At this time of year, if you don't want to drive four hours, the coast and redwoods are best. In the spring, the foothills are nice.
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I can't remember whether I've been to Butano. Gosh, my memories of parks and camping and hiking and backpacking are fading away.
Coast and redwoods both sound lovely (and a little bit cooler than here, I suspect)!