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Sep. 6th, 2004 08:14 pm
My weekend, and some heart-talk
Friday afternoon, my beloved (that's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elisandra, for those of you who've not been paying attention), edgylesjr, and vivalabonita took off for Feather Falls campground. No showers, no running water (unless you count the creek), and practically no people. Lovely.
Elli and I got there at about 9:30pm. Elli set up our tent while I carted our supplies to the campsite, then, realizing we had no wood (since Ed and his wife were bringing that), we had a cold dinner of bread, cheese, and a nice Merlot. About an hour later, Ed and Stefanie arrived, and we sat up talking for a while before Elli and I trotted back to our own camp and went to sleep.
Saturday morning we awakened to the sounds of birds. Well, I awakened, at about 8am. I went up the hill to the non-flush toilets, then came back to camp and sat reading Stronghold by Melanie Rawn until the others awoke and joined me. We had breakfast, and were eventually joined bymslulu and her beau Kevin (who is not of the LiveJournal).* We played a game called "Carcassone" which is incredible fun,** and basically talked and soaked up the nice ambiance of the Plumas National Forest before eventually having dinner, some alcohol (Ed, Stef, Elli and I made a booze/food run for some forgotten supplies), and, again, bed.
Sunday was more of the same, except that Terri and Kevin went on a long-ass hike the rest of us aren't really ready to do for various reasons. Maybe next year. Elli and Stef made another alcohol run, and Ed and I sat in companionable silence, each lost in a book, until they got back. It was quite, quite nice.
Today we woke, packed, Elli and I were a tiny bit grumpy (but got over it fast), and came home. The rest of it is none of your business, thanks. :)
Today in 1977 my mother, Deborah Anne Fewel, died. I honor her for bringing me into this world, I mourn that she did not raise me, and I rejoice that I have survived regardless of these other two facts.
I miss you, mom.
* For those among you who would pissily moan about my mangling of grammar, this is known as "mangling grammar for effect", and I have a license for it. So piss off.
** This is, once again, a case of ignoring grammar for the fun effect. Now run and play with your friends.
elisandra, for those of you who've not been paying attention), edgylesjr, and vivalabonita took off for Feather Falls campground. No showers, no running water (unless you count the creek), and practically no people. Lovely. Elli and I got there at about 9:30pm. Elli set up our tent while I carted our supplies to the campsite, then, realizing we had no wood (since Ed and his wife were bringing that), we had a cold dinner of bread, cheese, and a nice Merlot. About an hour later, Ed and Stefanie arrived, and we sat up talking for a while before Elli and I trotted back to our own camp and went to sleep.
Saturday morning we awakened to the sounds of birds. Well, I awakened, at about 8am. I went up the hill to the non-flush toilets, then came back to camp and sat reading Stronghold by Melanie Rawn until the others awoke and joined me. We had breakfast, and were eventually joined by
mslulu and her beau Kevin (who is not of the LiveJournal).* We played a game called "Carcassone" which is incredible fun,** and basically talked and soaked up the nice ambiance of the Plumas National Forest before eventually having dinner, some alcohol (Ed, Stef, Elli and I made a booze/food run for some forgotten supplies), and, again, bed. Sunday was more of the same, except that Terri and Kevin went on a long-ass hike the rest of us aren't really ready to do for various reasons. Maybe next year. Elli and Stef made another alcohol run, and Ed and I sat in companionable silence, each lost in a book, until they got back. It was quite, quite nice.
Today we woke, packed, Elli and I were a tiny bit grumpy (but got over it fast), and came home. The rest of it is none of your business, thanks. :)
Today in 1977 my mother, Deborah Anne Fewel, died. I honor her for bringing me into this world, I mourn that she did not raise me, and I rejoice that I have survived regardless of these other two facts.
I miss you, mom.
* For those among you who would pissily moan about my mangling of grammar, this is known as "mangling grammar for effect", and I have a license for it. So piss off.
** This is, once again, a case of ignoring grammar for the fun effect. Now run and play with your friends.
