People who know me on Facebook have already gleaned that I am camping this week. We took the camper out for its first trip in two years - last year we bailed on taking the camper out because we missed signing up for the two local state park campgrounds, and private campgrounds have gotten stupidly expensive. I mean, $55 a night for a site with electric, water, and sewer? For $20 more, I'll get a room in a hotel, thanks... This year we were more on the ball and booked a week at the state park close to our house (less than a half hour away). It's right on the beach and is still dirt cheap, comparatively, so we opted for nine days straight.
It's an interesting campground, with a wide spectrum of campers. You can track the progression: the young, early 20-somethings with tents, followed by the late-20 something/early 30s with a popup camper and maybe an infant; next our demographic, late 30s/early 40s with grade school kids in a travel trailer; the late 40s/early 50s with a small class C camper (van front motorhome) and teens; and then the empty nesters in their class A motorhomes or fifth wheels. Yes, some crossover occurs, but generally if you're looking at a popup camper there's a couple in their 20s in it, etc.
It's interesting to see the myriad different ways that people enjoy the great outdoors. Some, like our neighbors across the road, are enjoying the outdoors by attempting to burn most of it - despite warnings all over about the fire danger, they have a nightly campfire that can be seen from low-flying aircraft. Others try to enjoy the great outdoors by refusing to give up the creature comforts - like the camper with the AC on full blast even though temps are down in the low 60s tonight and sleeping is incredibly comfortable without even so much as a fan. Of course, there's the technophiles with their iPads and Facebook and smartphones, busily communicating how much they're getting back to nature (hey, wait...)
All in all, it's been a great weekend so far (we only went home once to get a few forgotten things). I've spent a lot of time with TheBoy riding our bikes around the campground (it's a *huge* campground; something like 500 sites); I'm currently trying to help BabyGirl G. overcome her fear of two wheels - at age 9 she's still struggling to ride a bicycle; and I'm playing at lifeguard/bicycle repairman/gourmet chef (I made meatloaf on the Weber grill that was to die for last night, if I do say so myself). In other words, this is the vacation where I recharge my batteries.
I've got some writing to do - I'm overdue on a couple of firearms reviews and getting close on another, as well as needing to plan out a gear review for the 5.11 RUSH72 tactical bag (seriously, I could use ideas on what to pack in a bag meant to last a weekend) - but otherwise I'm going to the beach, throwing a football, flying kites, running alongside a scared little girl on two wheels, and generally enjoying the living hell out of life. There's plenty of time to dash off a quick post or two (I love this modern age), but forgive me if I don't get to your e-mails as quick (or as slow) as I usually do.
And a parting thought: Because it's a state campground, alcohol is prohibited - I'll pause to let you think about the utter futility of that proclamation...
That is all.