Wednesday, July 11, 2012

#100. or, report from the picnic table


  So, we're at the lake. We've been here since Sunday evening. It was supposed to be Sunday afternoon but true to form, we didn't get gone until about four hours after we had originally planned. It's OK though, we're here and that's all that matters.

  The weather has been exceptionally awesome, 30 degrees Celsius and above every day so far. My tan has progressed from ending at the bottom of my t-shirt sleeves, to full arms of my sleeveless shirt, to a life jacket shaped vest of white on my torso. Technically, it isn't a life jacket. Personal Floatation Device (PFD) is the term. They used life jackets on the Titanic. Anyways, it's been really nice weather and I can't actually take off any more clothes without making more of a spectacle of myself.

  We have some interesting neighbours in our campground. From the picnic table where I'm typing this, I can look across and see the family with the young kids and the dog. They spend a good deal of time yelling at each other but it's still pretty early so that hasn't started yet. They camp in a tent so I figure that probably makes the parents about 25% bitchy, right off the bat. They also have a dog. About 10:00 they're going to pack up and head to the lake, leaving the dog behind and it's going to bark for 45 minutes. I have that to look forward to yet this morning.

  Directly behind us is the older couple in the motor home who we never see together. The wife spends a good deal of time sitting under the awning reading, which isn't a bad thing at all. They just never come outside at the same time. One comes out, the other goes in. Except at night I think? I mean they came together, I think the can be inside together, just not outside.

  Directly to my right, there's the campsite filled with people under 25. There's nothing wrong with them. They seem to be polite campers. The odd thing is, they pull a huge boat with a Lincoln Navigator, there's a Hummer in the site, great big trailer, and at least 2 sports cars. I think they might be drug dealers?

  Across the road and slightly up is the family with the feral children. When they arrived yesterday, the kids started out having nerf sword duels. That quickly turned into full on Jedi, light-saber battles, with them whacking at each other with 4 foot sticks. Just before dark last night, I had noticed they had stepped it up to hurling Poplar tree javelins at each other. I'm not expecting them to go home with all the children they brought along.

  Somewhere, across the loop we're staying in, is "listen-to-how-much-bass-my-truck-sound-system-has-guy". I haven't really seen him but about 7:00 every night, it gets cranked up enough to vibrate our picnic table. Now, I can appreciate any type of music and I certainly know the value of a good sound system. I just think he might get more bang for his bass if he played something other that Johnny Cash's,  A boy named Sue.

  Some random creepy dude just wandered through with grease stained shorts made from cut-off sweat pants and untied work boots talking to himself. He's new!

 Right on cue, the family with the kids have struck up a new session of yelling at each other. They seem to be in fine form this morning. I can hear some clanking and I suspect the feral children may have found some metal poles to beat each other with today.

  It's oatmeal for breakfast this morning so I better get some water going for that. We're heading back to the lake this afternoon and there's a whole 'nother group of interesting people hanging out there. I'll most likely report back on that.

 ..........I wonder what all these people think about my family?

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  1. This really made me laugh. Lots.

    Did you change your page? It is really BIG.

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    1. Grubby talking to himself guy keeps wandering past. He's a little scary. Might be an axe murderer?

      I can't tell about the size from here. Working off my phone and a small notebook. Hope it's all messed up.

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  2. You're making me want to go camping...something I don't have the money for!

    Enjoy yourself!

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    1. Thanks Dan.
      It doesn't have to cost a lot to go camping. Wal-Mart sells that whole tent and sleeping bags thing for under $100. Here anyways. You're a master of the grill and open fire. Take your kids to the river or someplace? There must be somewhere cheap to camp there?

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    2. Nothing is cheap these days. Besides, it's been so freakin hot this summer there is no way I would want to sleep in a tent!

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  3. Well, now that we know WHO you're camping with, how bout some info on what you're up to while avoiding/spying on these people? Haha, kidding. I always get a kick out of checking out the "neighbors" on camping trips, you meet the weirdest people sometimes.

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    1. Because we're here by ourselves this time and not with any friends, I find I'm noticing the neighbours more.

      I'm not doing much. This time is about relaxing and recharging my batteries. Just taking it easy.

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  4. This was fun! I love crazy campsite people! So fascinating.

    And I love that you sat at the picnic table to write your blog. I don't know why, but that charms me :)

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    1. It's something I wanted to do. I seem to keep trying to post from different places. Not sure why that intrigues me?

      I've been have a fun time people watching. :)

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  5. I could never get into camping. It's too hot. I am never comfortable and I often don't like dealing with the people in neighboring sites. Give me a hotel any day.

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    1. The heat I don't mind so much.

      Sometimes I like a hotel vacation as well. I can spend the whole day in the city just shopping. We have such short summers here camping seems to be the thing to do to get outside when it's finally nice enough to be outside in shorts and a T-shirt.

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  6. Hilarious...and you just think the old lady is just sitting there reading. She's keeping an eye-spy on you while old hubby in there is blogging about the camper in front of them who spends his mornings with his phone and small notebook..... wouldn't that be a hoot? Glad you're having fun and getting a recharge. We all need that sometimes. IN fact, I need it BAD, but don't think I would choose camping. Oh well. have fun.

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    1. Thanks Robin, I may have to do some camper blog googling to make sure that's not the case.

      What ever it takes! Everybody needs to have their batteries recharged every now and then. :)

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  7. People watching... one of my favorite activities, doing it under the trees while camping... perfect scenario! This was a fun read, isn't it amazing how much you can observe about people in a short time? And yes, it would be fun to know what they're thinking of your clan too! Outdoor blogging is the best, it frees the mind!

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    1. I felt a little guilty about doing it while I was supposed to be having family time but it was early in the morning and I already had most of the thoughts in my head.
      It was nice to be outside writing though, i may try that again. It was fun to think about what everyone was up to. I'm pretty sure they had some stories about us as well.

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  8. The other families are thinking "There's that weirdo who spends all his time on his laptop and looking at us..."

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    1. You're probably right. It's a good thing we got out of there when we did.

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  9. Shhhhhh the best of both worlds, people watching and camping! Don't eat too many hot dogs Ken!

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    1. Part of camping is the weiners!

      People watching and camping was pretty good. Poeple watching at the beach was something completely different!

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  10. This post killed me (in a good way) but, er, I may have been in a campsite near you...I was the chubby guy on an inner tube with the sunburned elbows (the world is just a better place if I don't expose a lot of skin). P.S. I was likely running in the water in slow motion (six-million dollar man-like).

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    1. We didn't go to the lake that you went to. However, it was either that one or the one we went to that was in the running. It might have been funny if we had ended up in side by side sites blogging about each other.

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  11. Maybe the old couple is the same person....

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    1. Good Lord! It's funny that that thought never even occurred to me! I would have spent a little more time looking out the back window.

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  12. This was hilarious. I love camping. When I was a kid, we'd always make friends with the other kids camping nearby.

    My guess about the old couple is that one or both has bowel issues. When one is outside, it's too smelly inside for the other. And when that one comes out, it's the "all clear" signal.

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    1. That could be the case, there's nothing that happens in a camper that isn't shared by everyone! :)

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  13. Next time I go camping in Canada, I'll be sure not to park next to you because you will for sure blog about me! I actually haven't been camping in about 10 years.

    I love how you have everybody pegged, though...even the drug dealers haha!

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  14. One of my favorite pastimes is people-watching! You can learn so much by intense observation. What a fun idea to blog from a different location and write about what you see, and make up stories about everyone.

    I got the tractor, btw!! (big smiles) It is in my box to go to my office, whenever I get around to getting up there to fix it up. I'll take a picture once I put it in a place of honor!:)

    Have fun camping! Are you still there?

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