The day started brilliantly. I was not the driver, and Mister Man brought me THIS in bed. It is a CAMPING COFFEE gentle readers. It consists of espresso, cream, a dollop of whipped cream and a shot of Kahlua. It is perfection in a cup. And it is how I started my day on Saturday!
Here is yer everyday, average B.C. Ferry.
[Sidebar note: in the above photo, is it me or do you think buddy is looking right at the camera? Sort of posing? Cuz I think he might be. He sort of looks like a game show host, don't you think?]
Essentially, you take your plastic milk jug, comme ca.And you cut off the top of it at an angle, comme ca.
You tuck it next to your tent, comme ca.
And when you have to pee in the middle of the night, you simple hold it up to your... spout, and pee. In the morning, you can take it to the outhouse for disposal. Or you can find a tree under which to dump it (if there aren't 8,000 of you on one piece of land). Mister Man is shrieking by now. He asked me not to post this detailed information. But for every one of his shrieks, there is a female novice camper out there who is CHEERING! BECAUSE I HAVE JUST SHARED A PIECE OF INFORMATION THAT COULD CHANGE HER EXPERIENCE OF CAMPING FOREVER MORE!!!
And THEN we had to have a game of Catan before heading over to the party. Natch! Because that's just what we do.
We had some exotic food. (Cornichon a l'aneth delirant)
And we decided that this bottle of wine was PERFECT for camping, because it was the "weiner of wines" (meaning it has all the left over bits in it: malbec, cab sauv, shiraz, petit verdot). But for a $13 bottle of vino? Not bad at all.
And of course, you can't be all camping and stuff, unless you've brought some homemade treats. These are peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and I don't mind telling you that they are the BEST PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES ever. I'll post the recipe in a couple of days. Annie is clearly a better hand model than I am.
One of the very best parts of camping though, is something that is impossible to photograph, and that is the silence that happens before dawn breaks. I woke up in my tent and I could hear nothing except for the sound of my own breath. It was cool and breezy, dark as pitch and profoundly quiet. As I lay there, alone in my mini-tent, I smiled and sighed. I was at peace with the world.