Went camping with SLPTG last weekend. Had fun. Somewhere in the Cascades, I dunno.
So, in doing so, had to borrow some stuff from partner, had some stuff left over from HER and I, bought some other stuff.
We had a good time. Got there late. Of course. SLPTG is always late. Irony, our friends say, because I'm always early, sort of a stickler for punctuality, but whatever.
Got everything set up. Ate. Sat. Ate. Sat. Ate. Talked. Sat. Ate. Went to sleep. Woke up. Ate. Sat. Ate. Left. Really. Didn't do much at all. I don't know. Maybe that's camping. I don't know. Id've preferred to do a bit of hiking, a little walking around, exploring, whatever. Something like that. OH well.
We did fine until the drive home. Well, I kept my mouth shut until then. While driving up, I was asked to slow down, ease up on the cornering a bit. OK, maybe. Then, each action was picked apart. Fire not built right. Too much kindling, not enough kindling, ok, maybe it was enough, but, blah blah blah. OK. Food. what we brought wasn't right. OK. note for next time, bring different food. Nevermind that she chose the food, but whatever.
ON the way home, I'm asked to please speed up. Ummm, here I am driving on a road in the middle of the Cascades, relaxed from having spent the previous 24 hours doing nothing at all. I'm relaxed. I'm, I don't know, communicating with nature. Just sort of relaxing.
OK, so I speed up.
"OK, slow down, you're going too fast."
"umm, you're not giving me much to work with."
"you just get angry too easily."
Ok. now I'm not relaxing at all. 24 hours of relaxing thrown out the window.
ugh.
-Rusty
