The camping one

I haven’t blahgged in over a week and I didn’t even get any complaints. Does no one care that the blahg is bahk? No one?!? Maybe I should just stop blahgging. Y’all know I’m blahmotionally insecure and need constant reassurance.

Whatever. I’ll blahg for myself. Hmph.

Last weekend, my sweet frands and I decided to drop everything (we don’t have much to drop) and go camping. From the outside, we probably look like naturey folks. We do do (do do… ha ha… name that show) lots of naturey things, but despite that: WE’RE NOT. Chase was in charge of checking the weather. He’s got a really great GPA, and although he’s no boy scout, I thought we could count on him to keep us dry for the 24 hours we were planning to be gone.

This is how pretty and happy I look when I'm hiking.

We rented a couple of the world’s smallest tents and the world’s smallest sleeping bags and trekked (drove) out to Tishomingo State Park-- Allegedly the most beautiful place in Mississippi (arguable, but beautiful.)

We briefly went hiking for long enough to appease the hikers while still keeping me (not a hiker) in a mediocre mood before sunset. We chose our camping site unanimously on the “primitive road,” set up camp (lit’rally) and started dinner. Which required us making a fire. Which hardly happened. Erika was in charge of that. While there were flames (a flame, rather), it was weak. WEAK, WEAK. Valiant effort.

But can I just say how dang delicious dinner was? I was in charge of that. **flips hair** We made hobo packs. For those of you who aren’t Annie Oakleyesque like myself, hobo packs are aluminum foil with foods of your choice thrown in and seasoned and put over the fire embers to cook. I sliced up a butt ton of onions, mushrooms, squash, chicken, broccoli, carrots etc. and set it up buffet style and we went to dang town. Except not. We were in the middle of no where. Man, it was yummy.

And then right after dinner we had to quickly pack up because our weather man with the good GPA didn’t predict the weather via the app on his phone too well and suddenly the world’s worst thunderstorm was approaching and we had to take cover in our protective tents. So we went to sleep. By like, 8:30. Judge us. I don’t even care. It was scary as all get out and we are BRAVE PEOPLE. See video. Turn up the volume to hear the rain.

Oh, and the wood we used to make for our campfire? We stole it from the church camp staying at the fancy cabins. It was an accident. Kind of. We would have died without that wood. It’s fine. Isn’t it? GOD MADE WOOD FOR ALL PEOPLE, OKAY? Yeah, see? Sometimes stealing is justifiable. 

Here's my hobo pack before I attacked it and after I attacked it.

Here's how to fit 3 men into a 2 men (really 1 man) tent. 

This was taken in the morning when I thought Chase looked
 really pretty and I just wanted to document the moment. 

Did I mention it was freezing? It was FREEZING.