One To Remember

I have posted before about my love for camping. There’s just nothing like the pop and hiss of a delicious smokey fire, Falling asleep to the night song’s of frogs and distant loons and enjoying your morning coffee, cross-legged on a rock beside the lake…sigh….You can imagine after a long winter and a damp and dreary spring, I was more than ready to get a trip in A.S.A.P! So, the boy took some time off work and we excitedly planned our outdoor vaycay for the Canada Day long weekend.

As the weekend drew nearer we began to notice a trend in the weather…Rain. A lot of it. Generally the weather in Nova Scotia is anything but predictable so we figured as usual, the forecast would be off and stuck to the plan. The man boy headed out to snag our spot and set up shop right after work on Thursday. It rained. The girl and I, excited, eagerly made our way out to join him on Friday afternoon. It rained. Actually, it poured. Like, torrential downpour, sideways, fat soaking drops, monsoon kind of rain…Slightly soggy, we decided it was time to set up the tarp. Well….We did manage to get it up, but the wind just blew some of the rain right up underneath, effectively adding to our already damp mood. We were wet, the chairs were wet, our gear was wet…My girl even had puddles in her boots We were supposed to get up to 20ml but I’m willing to bet we got more. At one point it rained so hard that when I popped into the tent to grab some dry dud’s for the girl, the floor was rippling and rolling like a water-bed. Upon further investigation, half on the tent was sitting on a very deep, very large puddle. We moved it back a bit and dug ourselves a trench. I shit you not, a trench. Worked tho!

It rained off and on all day Saturday and stopped Sunday morning just long enough to partially air out our drenched and sagging tents. As proud as I am of myself for surviving the whole weekend at 8 months pregnant, I’m not gonna lie, at times it was less than pleasant. Ok, it was pretty terrible. But! The girl had fun, not caring that she was wet more than dry and her mother resembled some strange cross-breed of rat and poodle, drenched, wrung out then drenched again. We did have a dry enough night for a fire and ample time for stuffing my face with s’mores and spider dogs and at least the temperatures we pretty good. Would I do it again? Not until I forget what if feels like to be a soggy miserable mess for three days. I have flashbacks when I go to get in the shower. I’m not there yet.

It may not have been the ideal weekend, but it was definitely one to remember…

Miss K ❤

 

The 365 Day Itch

I have a problem. There is a glitch in the settle down part of my brain that prevents me from ever feeling truly at home. Anywhere. I can normally get about a years worth of satisfaction out of one place. After that, I have this horrible, aching, deep down in the pit of my stomach feeling of….What? I don’t know! I don’t know how to explain it. It’s kind of like being homesick, but backwards. It starts off as sort of an itch. So I give it a scratch and before I know it I’ve broken out in a full-fledged unsatisfied rash….

I’m not exactly sure when this started, I just noticed it one day, packed up my belongings and moved to another temporary resting place. I actually really enjoy the whole aspect of moving! I like to pack things up in neat and labeled boxes, the satisfaction of loading the last item on the truck and ah! Unpacking! I love unpacking! It’s like getting to start all over with all of your old stuff! Planning out and setting up furniture 20 different ways until the Man Boy starts grinding his teeth. Or placing things neatly in new drawers to be haphazardly thrown back in later….Yep, love it! I joke with my Husband that I was destined to be a military wife.

I think at least part of my problem could be solved with travel. I love to fly! There’s something thrilling and exciting about going to an airport. Maybe It’s the whole taking off thing. The feeling of leaving your same old boring life behind you. Whatever it is, I can’t get enough of it! Like I’m talking, I get more excited to go to the airport and hop on a plane then actually reaching my destination. I should’ve been a flight attendant or something…

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One of our friends recently found out he’s getting posted to Comox BC. Can we say jealous?! Granted he’s been here for 7 years and we’re working on number 5, but still. Crazy jealous. I told the boy that after his promotion next year, I have decided we too are getting posted to BC. Because, you know, what I say goes and all that…I have also decided that we seriously need to venture out into the world a little more. I need to see new places and things! Damn him and his job that allows him to go to Scotland and Italy for a few weeks with layovers in Germany and England. Or how about the few days he was supposed to zip over to Curaçao to fix something and ended up getting stuck there for a week and going snorkeling and getting a tan….Me? Bitter? Nope. I love staying at home with the girl doing everyday normal crap while he galvants all over the world…honest…I can’t blame him tho, he picked the right job, I chose to follow him around to piss ant towns all over Canada. Man…I just made that sound way worse than it actually is 😛

Yes I want to travel and experience new things, have new adventures and meet new people. But, I met my boy and fell in love. I chose to follow him across the country because I don’t need to put down roots, he is where home is. I may not get to fly around the world whenever I please, but living in different provinces allows me witness the beauty a lot of people don’t get to see, right here at home. Instead of a tropical resort or a rustic Caribbean villa, we have an awesome free campsite and a tent. The smoky aroma of spider dogs on the fire, the sound of loons on the lake and my bare feet kicked up in a camp chair…Pure and absolute heaven.

It may not be everyone’s idea of the perfect escape, but it’s good enough for me! Not to mention the price is right 😉

Miss K ❤