Time to check one off the ole bucket list.
Speaking of buckets, a 5 gallon bucket with a lid on it as your temporary toilet for the weekend ain't my cup o tea. Neither are midnight bathroom breaks in the vast darkness where the wildlife have been creeping outside your tent for the last 40 minutes just waiting for you to come put on a show. It's a good thing I brought a bodyguard. Other than that, it was honestly a darn good time.
The weather was perfect for a girl who suffers from hyperhidrosis...that's overactive sweating for all you dry pits out there. No running water wasn't exactly a selling point for my first camping trip, but baby wipe baths ain't that bad for a concrete cinderella. I thoroughly enjoyed the simple life of rocking a ball cap, oversized t-shirt, and old cowboy boots.
The alpha of the pack filled our bellies with dutch oven breakfasts, foil dinners, and campfire goodness. We also consumed way to many adult beverages while sharing campfire stories. And my Pinterest list packing helped prepare me for beef jerky and protein bar snacks.
One of my favorite festivities of the weekend was a little target action so G.I. Joe and the crew could show off their suhweet skills. I think I favor the simplicity of shooting the 22. No worries, no wildlife was harmed during or after our snapchat stories.
Would I go again? Absolutely! May try out a little "glamping" action next time.