Camping, Part Three or nature’s majesty

When we arrived at the campsite, we marveled in nature’s glory, stretched our legs after a 10 hour drive from one end of Oregon to the other, and then nearly got eaten alive by mosquitos.

THEY WERE EVERYWHERE. IT SUCKED.

Thankfully, we had all brought awful toxic chemical sprays that protect you from such bugs. As a person who tends to be very allergic to bug bites of all sorts (remind me to tell you about the spider bite I got in the third grade that made my leg swell up 4 times its size so I couldn’t walk for a week) I am extremely thankful for such inventions, even though they are totally poison, make you cough like nothing else, and will most likely melt off your fingernail polish.


Not pictured: HORDES OF HUNGRY MOSQUITOES that were all at least as big as a nickel, that’s no exaggeration

Being lazy in the outdoors while protected from biting insects is pretty awesome. There is nothing else like soaking in a beautiful vista or intently observing ants fight on a log while you don’t have to worry about hordes of raving mosquitos devouring your flesh.

One thing about camping, though, that I hadn’t really realized, was that there were deer in our campsite. And they were… pretty tame and not afraid of us at all. Which is great, until you are three feet away from a giant doe who really wants to eat your potato chips.


lurk lurk lurk


LURK LURK LURK

This particular doe haunted our campsite all weekend. It’s funny to think about how as a city girl, I started out in awe, wonderment and excitement to be so close to a deer! Deer! They are majestic, like Bambi! And hipsters get tattoos of them and also wear flannel shirts and I’M wearing a flannel shirt! This deer and I, we could be best friends!


I am a flannel wearing hipster on my best days.

Except deer are not your friends. Deer want to eat your chips.

Girl, if there is anything you know about me, it should be that I do not share my chips.

The stupid deer haunted our campsite, one of our party WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED (It was totally Jessica) made a trail of chips through our camp “so the deer could be lured to pose majestically on the rock” and then the deer never left and walked through our campsite ALL NIGHT LONG making coughing noises.


*This photo was taken by Jessica and it is amazing even though it is of the stupid deer.

The crowning moment of Deer Interaction and Brittneigh occurred on Saturday night, when, at dusk, I walked to the latrine in the twilight. The doe, who was LURKING FOR CHIPS, decided to follow me to the latrine. When I came out of the latrine, it had brought two friends. Three big, bony deer, all standing in a semi-circle around the latrine door, waiting for me to come out.

I did what anyone else would do.

I SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER AT THEM, terrifying the rest of the camp as well as the deer.

Yeah, deer. Don’t mess with me.

I’m a screamer.

Camp cooking, or why I need a cast iron pan & possibly bigger pants

Camping was fantastic because all I did was warm myself by the fire, and eat.

No, seriously.

Do I start out all of my posts this way? Well, for now, I do. DEAL WITH IT.

I did! This marks the first vacation ever where I just drowsed around as an absolute lump, absorbing smoke into my pores (I still smell campfire at random moments), and basically did nothing. Oh, yeah, sure, I walked around, climbed a rock here and there. Did some dishes, tried to help with various things, but overall, nothing.

It really was glorious.

And yes, most of what we did was eat.

Bill is one of the most proficient cooks I know. Watching him produce excellent breakfasts and dinners has a quality of watching a magician. My favorite part about dinner, actually, was watching him raise his arms and release doves into the air after dessert.

In all seriousness, watching his practiced motions over breakfast and post-meal seasoning of cast-iron pans was nothing short of inspiring. Now I want to cook more! And also eat more delicious food. Om nom nom nom.

So, I guess I’m in the market for a cast-iron pan. Add that to my ever-growing list of “random stuff Brittknee thinks she needs”.

Camping, part one

HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS I JUST WENT CAMPING FOR THE FIRST TIME

No, seriously.

The first time.

I am from the Pacific Northwest and I’ve never gone, honest-to-goodness-actually-camping before.

Yeah, I’ve worked at camps, and hiked, and been dirty and rough and outside, but never for a prolonged period of time, and never slept in a tent.

It’s one of those things I used to quietly mention in conversations to the utter shock and confusion of whoever I was conversing with. “WHAt?!?! You’ve never gone CAMPING?!” To which, I generally gesture at my heavy eyeliner and red lipstick and say, “With this face?”.

But hey, I have now. With this face, even.

Anyway, it was awesome. I had the privilege of camping with a family I have been friends with since I was fifteen, who know how to camp, and camp well.

I don’t honestly know how to summarize the trip. It was pretty chilly at the campsite most of the time. I spent a quality amount of it huddled in front of the campfire, attempting to absorb the flames into my pores. Consequently, I still smell like campfire smoke, which wouldn’t be so bad if it hadn’t mixed with the smell of my shampoo, so now I smell like minty-appley campfire smoke.

So, yeah. It was fantastic. More to come, but for now, 10/10 vacation, would camp again.