Sunday, November 08, 2009

Camp photos

Went up into the woods this weekend as it was hunting season and all.. Took a book to read and my camp guitar. It was really windy and stormy when I got there so I parked my camper out of reach of falling trees. Never camp in the trees when it's windy.. The path above is golden yellow because it's covered with Tamarack needles that have fallen from the trees. They cover the whole forest floor and are soft underfoot.

I call this picture; chair, guitar and fire. Or chair, fire and guitar... Chair, fire, guitar and stump... Well I haven't exactly decided. That's the difference between punk rock and camp rock. In punk rock you smash the guitar into the amplifier at the end of the song. In camp rock you just throw the guitar on the fire and cook a hotdog over it.

8 comments:

Diane said...

Nice! Looks like you had a relaxing weekend!

Please tell me you didn't actually roast hot dogs on your guitar! ;)

don said...

No I didn't, but that's why I only bring it when I'm camping alone. So nobody else does.

Quiet Paths said...

Har! You cracked me up. Looks very inviting. What kind of a camper do you have?

don said...

I have an old Bell cab over camper that is sort of on its last leg. It's kind of retro I've been told.

Here's a picture of the "new" oven I put in it.

OVEN

don said...

QP; I knew you had a Scamp from reading your blog. I've been thinking about getting a travel trailer myself.

Jules said...

Ahhh, blissful solitude and being at one with nature. It's the sort of thing a person could do for days and days on end.. minus the hunting part. ;O)

don said...

When I was growing up I didn't have a choice about going hunting or not. A boy hunted, and that was that.

It's hard to explain but there are a lot of things in life I wouldn't have known had my old man not insisted I hunt. Now I'm very thankful he did, but back then I would have rather stayed in bed on all of those cold mornings.

Jules said...

Beautiful, Don!!