We recently went on our yearly camping trip which was much needed and my husband and I just celebrated our 22nd wedding anniversary. That seems so crazy. Where did the time go?
My camping style is renting a cabin with electricity and running water and roughing it for me is if I forget to bring my flat iron.
It was especially great this time around since I had my mom as an ally. Someone to hang out and eat chips and dip, plus watch Unreal, while the husband and hummingbird were out swimming all day.
I actually kayaked with my husband for the first time in ages. The last time we did that, it was early in our marriage and he had this sucky inflatable kayak that would just paddle around in circles. I found it hysterical.
While we were at the lake, we took a boat ride around the area with a guide.
I’ll say it right now, I suck at being a tourist because I don’t like guided tours for some reason. It can be fine in some cases but usually, to be honest, I just don’t care and would rather explore on my own.
So, we take this boat tour and this very nice woman points out the trees, cabins, private islands, eagles, beaver dams, etc. It was nice but for the most part, I just wanted to be back in the cabin, eating chips and dip with my mom. I am not an outdoor person by any means.
My mom and I get back to the cabin and start rehashing the hour long tour we had. We both confessed we didn’t know most of what the tour guide was pointing out to the group.
Tour Guide: The older cabins on the shoreline with their own piers were built in the 60’s. I will now tell you the entire history about this.
In My Head: What did she say about the 60’s? They did what? Should I say something to make it seem like I know what she’s saying?
I shake my head and say “Oh, hmmm.”
Tour Guide: This lake goes into so and so river to the left. You can see it in the clearing by the trees.
In My Head: I see lots of trees but I have no idea what she’s seeing that I’m not. I hope there’s not a quiz.
I shake my head and say, “Really, hmmm.”
Tour Guide: Straight ahead you can see a few beaver dams. See the sticks? Let me pull in a little closer. Now, the dams are more East of us.
In My Head: East? Which fucking way is East? I don’t see any damn dam sticks. Which way is fucking East?
I shake my head and say ” Awww, very nice.”
Tour Guide: On the private island to the right lives the so and so family. You can see so and so’s boat on the shore.
In My Head: Okay, cool. At least this time she said right instead of a direction but I can’t see a boat anywhere and there’s two small islands to the right of us. Scan… scan. Where’s the fucking boat and how long is this damn boat ride?
I shake my head and say “Nice.”
Tour Guide: In the trees ahead is a black mass in the middle where the eagle’s nest is. And, on top of the branch is the baby eagle who’s not such a baby anymore.
Passenger #5: That’s quite a big baby eagle. *Gets camera out*
In My Head: Scanning…. scanning…. scanning. What black fucking mass? Why the hell am I not seeing any of this shit? I don’t see anything resembling a nest. Scanning… scanning. And, where the fuck is the eagle? Where is the eagle? Okay. Now, my husband is also taking pictures of this eagle that I can’t see. Eagle? Where the fuck are you? I’m not seeing any of this stuff that’s being pointed out. Is everyone else just saying they see it, too? Where the fuck is this baby eagle?
I shake my head and say “Hmmm, wow. “