The Hills Are Alive!
Jun. 16th, 2007 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfan*munch munch munch*
And I have managed to get back from them uneaten anyway. Sunburned, yes, legsore, yes, Dazed, most certainly, but unmunched, even by mosquitoes. I do have a blister on one finger, and no idea about how I acquired it, but if you don't come back from camping with mysterious bruises, you didn't do it right.
My nephew Jess caught his very first fish -- a rainbow trout. He also helped a new friend named Ethan catch a fish the next day. Both boys really liked practicing casting, and throwing salmon eggs in as sacrifices to the fish, but they weren't as interested in eating the fish afterward. So I got to eat lots of fish.
We also sacrificed marshmallows to our nightly fires. We dropped marshmallows into the grate, mostly not deliberately at first -- and then the marshmallows would turn black and go boompf as all the insides gushed out and expanded before they crisped into ash.
Jess said "potato" a lot. It was his word for the week. I think it's because his dad told him about stinky potatoes -- rotten potatoes being one of his chores as a kid. So there were many potatoes.
We also went hunting species. We saw a bunny, a rainbow trout (the one Jess caught), elk, a moose who walked so close to our cabin we could see his whiskers, a beaver (when we were lookng for a marmot), and chipmunks and ground squirrels. The chipmunks and ground squirrels sniffed at Jess's fingers, but didn't bite. We saw flies, a beetle, mosquitoes, butterflies (at least four kinds!) and water skates. It was lots of fun.
The mountains were beautiful, and the best thing about them was being able to walk into the scenery. They were very interactive. (Unlike TV.)
But we're glad we're home. We can have ice cream for dinner.
p.s. Jess says he misses the combination lock on the bathroom door at the campground. He sits at the door here at home having to go really bad and not finding the combination lock!
p.p.s. He also got a book called "Who Pooped in the Park?" and was able to correctly identify elk scat, when his aunt got it wrong!
p.p.p.s. Elk and deer scat changes shape from fall and winter to spring and summer.
And I have managed to get back from them uneaten anyway. Sunburned, yes, legsore, yes, Dazed, most certainly, but unmunched, even by mosquitoes. I do have a blister on one finger, and no idea about how I acquired it, but if you don't come back from camping with mysterious bruises, you didn't do it right.
My nephew Jess caught his very first fish -- a rainbow trout. He also helped a new friend named Ethan catch a fish the next day. Both boys really liked practicing casting, and throwing salmon eggs in as sacrifices to the fish, but they weren't as interested in eating the fish afterward. So I got to eat lots of fish.
We also sacrificed marshmallows to our nightly fires. We dropped marshmallows into the grate, mostly not deliberately at first -- and then the marshmallows would turn black and go boompf as all the insides gushed out and expanded before they crisped into ash.
Jess said "potato" a lot. It was his word for the week. I think it's because his dad told him about stinky potatoes -- rotten potatoes being one of his chores as a kid. So there were many potatoes.
We also went hunting species. We saw a bunny, a rainbow trout (the one Jess caught), elk, a moose who walked so close to our cabin we could see his whiskers, a beaver (when we were lookng for a marmot), and chipmunks and ground squirrels. The chipmunks and ground squirrels sniffed at Jess's fingers, but didn't bite. We saw flies, a beetle, mosquitoes, butterflies (at least four kinds!) and water skates. It was lots of fun.
The mountains were beautiful, and the best thing about them was being able to walk into the scenery. They were very interactive. (Unlike TV.)
But we're glad we're home. We can have ice cream for dinner.
p.s. Jess says he misses the combination lock on the bathroom door at the campground. He sits at the door here at home having to go really bad and not finding the combination lock!
p.p.s. He also got a book called "Who Pooped in the Park?" and was able to correctly identify elk scat, when his aunt got it wrong!
p.p.p.s. Elk and deer scat changes shape from fall and winter to spring and summer.
