I was literally sitting in my campground just now cursing the rude people who started their generator at six a.m. I had just destroyed some firewood with an ax and yes maybe I had a beer or two. It’s been a highly stressful day. The Hungry Mountaineer needed a hop filled beverage to make her …
I’ve got this one last summer day to enjoy the comforts of home before I become a dirty camper again. One last day of having a full kitchen, the use of my nutri bullet, Fox News blaring in the back ground and having the luxury of being able to take a hot shower whenever I want. …
As soon as we realized the keys were missing I knew it was those damn marmots. It had to be those cute marmots who I just couldn’t get enough of. I had literally spent the last hour wandering our camp site and instead of singing “Here kitty, kitty” I was shaking a bag of organic sprouted …
My boyfriend dared me to take this book on vacation with us. I always except a dare. Even if it involves Comrade Obama. Our first night of camping I was tempted to leave this book on our 45th president in the porta potty where it belongs but then I reconsidered and thought how fun to …
Highway 395 may be a huge pain in the butt on the weekends but once you get past the ghetto of ugly Victorville about two hours up this lonesome highway you hit the tiny town of Lone Pine. (A town, which interestingly enough only has two bars, or eh, saloons as we would call them in …