Over The River And Through The Woods

Last weekend Joe and I managed to sneak away from our busy--or rather my busy--lives to go camping on the other side of the island in Quietside Campground. When we finally managed to find the campground, tucked away on the opposite side of the island, we found out that the woman at the front desk is from Chelsea, Michigan. It was fate!

The campsite was perfect: hidden down a small path was a rather large clearing with a picnic table, wooden platform, and stone fire pit. I was in heaven!

We had a good time, grilling hot dogs and s'mores and drinking beer. We could see one neighboring campsite through the trees, but they were barely even there. It was as if we had the whole forest to ourselves. The weather held and out and Joe's small tent was just the right size to give us somewhere reasonably comfy to sleep. It wasn't quite like the camping trips with my family -- three bedroom tent, and a big breakfast feast with plenty of bacon -- but it was just what I needed. I've been getting burnt out from my work schedule and the camping trip seemed to stretch the weekend even though I had to go to work the same night we returned home.

All in all...fantastic time. It was the lift I needed. Now I've got the prospect of both Joe and my parents coming to visit soon to keep me in good spirits! Yay!