In talking about a little getaway with my husband, I suggested that perhaps we could go camping. As I pretty much never offer to do this, I thought he’d like the idea. It’s not that I don’t like camping, it’s just that almost every camping trip we’ve ever gone on has been rained on. Sometimes spectacularly and memorably so. Like the time we camped out in a tropical storm on the beach at the Outer Banks. Or the time we did a three day canoe trip with Smiley & the gang. Then there was the trip when I was pregnant with Edie were no rain was in the forecast – Allison didn’t even bring her rain gear and as soon as we put in, the bottom of the sky fell out and we got something like 3 inches of rain that weekend. We had friends with us that were covered in head to toe goretex who pouted the entire time – which considering I was pregnant, cold, uncomfortable and wet the entire time should have been my job.
So I suggested camping this week. Turns out Pat had to head up to the Cow Pasture River for the opening of a new boat landing in Sharon, Virginia and he arranged for us to stay in a nearby cabin of one of his River Rats. It had not dawned on me that having just spent 8 days camping out with the James River Expedition where it had rained almost every day, he might not be up for more camping.
Turned out it was a good move to line up the cabin. The weather was cold and wet until it was time for us to leave. Of course. We spent most of our time sitting on the sweet screened in porch – Pat did some work, I read. I finished the last book in the Dark Tower series and I found the ending unsatisfactory. I also read Nikki Sixx’s The Heroin Diaries, which I liked quite a bit, re-read Steinbeck’s Cannery Row and started a Wally Lamb book I hadn’t read yet – The Hour I First Believed. And some knitting got done. We didn’t spend as much time on the river as we had planned, but sometimes, that’s just the way it goes.