What We Love About Camping Part 27

Home sweet home

Camping life ain’t for everyone. First night rolling into Colter Bay was a master class on precipitation. Despite being a balmy 40 degrees we had tiny white flakes. And solid little ice dots. Also rain. Lots and lots of rain which fell seemingly oblivious to the above sky which itself alternated between a splotchy blue-gray and a more solid gray. Our weather app kept putting the chance of rain at a measly 20% with clear skies coming around the bend. So with that false hope Corey cooked up yummy sauteed portobello and pepper sandwiches served with a side of instant mashed potatoes (that was my contribution). And then we ate it under our tiny makeshift awning. Our cooler made a stingy kitchen table so she had to hold onto the frying pan while I prepped the buns. Then we shared a fork for the mashed potatoes eaten right out of a pot. Now who wouldn’t enjoy that?

Ah but sometimes the best part of camping are the friends you make. Our camping neighbors are the best. A big joyous family who seem to have adopted us. So far we have gotten one can of spicy tuna, two Keystone Lights, a mosquito repellent device and delicious Korean sweets. Each gift has been met with an equally random object (fire starter and a couple of IPAs) but honestly there is no way for us to keep up. They are loud too. Incredibly loud. Every morning they wake up around six and then shout to one another from seemingly impossible distances. They also shout out a good morning to me as I wander past their site to the bathroom about an hour earlier than I wish. And then a short time later they will walk over with a gift.

The mountain pass between Dubois and Grand Teton Nation Park in late June. It was 30 degrees out with a light snow falling.

A feral five year old wandered into our camp last night around dinner time. Cute kid she kind of wandered about our awning until her parents called her back to the RV.

Taking in the view at Bradley Lake

It has also been quite cold each of our nights here. Twenty eight degrees my phone said. Last night I crawled out of my sleeping bag around 2:30 to take a stroll (I had to pee). Beautiful sky. A million stars with the Milky Way a messy thumb print smudged against the sky. Made the cold, the rain, everything worth it.

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