Back From The Edge

Leaving after work on Thursday we raced the sunlight and headed into the heart of darkness. Well not really, it just felt that way to me. I was a bit nervous as we drove an hour outside of cell phone range, an hour away from restaurants, and an hour from any sort of hospitals. I pushed those thoughts from my mind and played with one of the two pieces of technology that would accompany me into the woods, my camera. The other of course is the trusty Ipod. So there we were rushing into the woods and I was clicking away taking this and other fun photos.

We did not beat the dark or the rain, which meant the bonfire was a no-go. Instead, we acquainted ourselves with a little game called Settlers of Catan. For all you Futurama fans out there, I kept singing “We’re Settlers of Catan” to the tune of “We’re whalers on the moon”. As you can see the Girly Beer was also engrossed in learning the rules of this addictive game.

The next afternoon we had a bit of a slapstick comedy routine. At least I felt like it as I sat on a rock knitting while the others played on the shore, skipping stones and enjoying the scenery.
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Here you see, one of my companions decides to throw the biggest stone into the water.
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Together they admire the ripple.
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Then as his attention is elsewhere The Boyfriend puts the rock back in its proper-responsible position, out of the water where future visitors are sure to see it and not ram their boats into it. I watched and chuckled.
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The second evening we had sun and another round of Catan. Anxious not to miss our opportunity for a fire, we started it well before dark and dinned outside.

There was a conflict between The Boyfriend and I over the appropriate use of sticks and fire poke-age. I felt there could not be enough poking and demonstrated this at every opportunity, saying “pokey-pokey” with a smile and hearing my father's voice when I was a child walking slowly saying “come on pokey-pokey.”




The Boyfriend confiscated my stick on several occasions and all agreed there should be no sitting without knitting for me, far too fidgety.




As we drove home today I continued to work on my Undulating-Rib socks (I’m in love with the Claudia Hand paint yarn). The Boyfriend snapped this picture of it look you can see him reflected in the rearview.

Amongst mice, sleeve burning marshmallows, waterfalls, cribbage, flatulence, brick-wood-wheat-sheep-oar, cooking, poking the fire, and “that’s what she said” I discovered that we really do have a wonderful pair of friends. So often the daily grind and different interests cause us to loose track of what caused the paths of our lives to intersect to begin with, nothing more than the pleasure of just being ourselves together, to relax together, and being able to just laugh together.

And yes, I did survive and even enjoy the wilderness.

I might even do it again sometime, (as long as there's indoor plumbing).