Day Twenty-Four

Just getting ready to go camping at Calaveras Big Trees for the weekend. It's funny, if you had of told me I would be going camping when I turned 51, I would have laughed real hard. Yes, I grew up camping and it was something that I looked forward to every time. I would even cry when we had to go home. But as you age (I am specifically referring to myself) the bones and muscles just don't seem compatible with camping anymore. After a stint of Bed & Breakfasts and paying the exorbitant prices to stay overnight in someone else's house (I always feel I am an intruder even when the hosts live off premises), I decided to give camping another go. It took a little organization and a couple of fun finds at the local thrift stores, we are ready to go at a moments notice as just about everything we need is already packed away in plastic rubbermaid tubs. I felt so efficient and organized on the last camping excursion - maybe I should write a book! And when we camp, I only feel like I'm intruding on the squirrels and even with that, you throw them a couple of crackers and they don't see you as intruders anymore! Off we go.