Month: August 2021

Good Drills, Bad Drills

Oh, I do love hardware, almost as much as I love camping supplies. Be it hereby known that I am now the proud owner of: A Craftsman ratcheting socket wrench set with nine metal fittings in an array of sizes up to one inch. Josh suggested to Molly who suggested to me that I try such a tool to loosen that stubborn, giant bolt holding together my old bed. Wonder of wonders, it worked like […]

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If I Had a Hammer

Today I accomplished my final end-of-season, post-camping task: thoroughly vacuuming out the bits of sand, rock, leaves, pine needles and mud that littered every surface in my car. I also scrubbed the inside of the windows, shined up the plastic interior, and then drove through the car wash down the street. My Subaru is a new woman now. Another project was to dig out a bunch of tools from the basement and see if I […]

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The End of the Road

August 26 Ember and I were awakened at 6:30 by the clatters, rumbles and crashes of a garbage truck roaring through the campground and tipping bin after metal bin into its belly. Time to break camp, an onerous and unpleasant task that signaled, for me, the end of a long-anticipated getaway, and for Ember, a joyous return to her family. It took a full two hours to pull up literal stakes, collapse, fold and box […]

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The Cost of Love

For this morning’s breakfast I carefully prepared the worst pancakes ever. I guess a camp stove just ain’t ideal for such an undertaking, though I’d even brought a griddle. I created misshapen blobs that were charred in the center and gooey at the edges. Not a big hit. Into the trash they went. Despite our reluctance to spend more time in the car, that seemed the most promising option. Off we went, aiming southwest toward […]

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