Bob, Shaun, Shelby and I went camping two weekends ago in Rollinsville, CO.
Based on these photos you’d think it was completely serene, quiet and peaceful.
Enter the noisy people that set up camp next to us. They decided to play hip hop music from their pick up truck and leave the truck doors open. Not. Quiet. Shaun walked over and nicely asked if they could turn the music down, to which they replied “If YOUR tent were inconveniencing us, would you move your tent?!”. Totally not a relevant response. They compromised and played oldies and doo-wop music because we said we liked that better. Their doo-wop playlist was about 30 minutes long so the songs kept looping.
Besides the loud music, we were lulled to sleep by the sounds of the Union Pacific railroad about 25 yards away from our camp site. Wellesley must have thought the trains were thunder because he panicked each time one rolled by and licked Bob’s face in the middle of the night to be comforted.
At least we got to sleep on a queen-sized air mattress that I blew up all by myself. Yup, the thingamajig used to inflate the air mattress had not been charged prior to our trip. A few hours and some dizzy spells later, we had a place to sleep.
Look at my lumberjack go!
Coda helped supervise the building of the camp fire. See the giant mud puddle in the background? Wellesley discovered it about 5 seconds after we arrived at the site. He could’t just run through it like a normal dog. No, that is too tidy. He laid down in it and rested.
Camping is a very dirty event and I didn’t even lay in a mud puddle.
