As some of you in "the know" are already aware of, I went on vacation. I took Monday and Tuesday off of work this week and went out into the backwoods of Georgia for a little R&R away from people and all things people related. This is how I unwind.

My husband and I went to Vogel State Park because it was one of the few camping grounds open and we didn't want to go backpacking. We wanted some nice and easy camping. Girly camping if you will. Camping for wimps ... drive up, unload stuff, set up stuff, veg out. It was nice. We left Sunday morning-ish and drove up north to the park. We took our sweet ass time getting there because we weren't in a rush.

Sunday it was nice. We got there, paid for our two nights of camping, set up camp, built a spiffy fire and drank beer while sitting about in our new camping chairs. We made a farmer's breakfast for dinner: Chicken, eggs, bell pepper, mushroom, cheesy cheese all tossed into the cast iron skillet and cooked up into a mess of yummy. It was a good night. Freaky-deaky tent sex was involved, but I'm sure most of you didn't want to know that.

Monday during the day it was cold, but tolerable. We sat around fucking with the fire all day and just lounging about. We walked about a little bit and just chilled drinking more beer. We roasted hotdogs over the fire for lunch and talked and played cards all afternoon.

Then the rain came.

It started slowly at first. A light drizzle. We retreated to the tent for it to pass.

But it didn't pass. It got worse. At four in the afternoon, it suddenly got dark. Really dark. Dark in a way that didn't mean the sun was going down. Dark in the way that meant a big storm was rolling in and going to thwart us. We waited a bit, then the tent started to not really leak, but gently allow water into it. It was about that time that we decided that we were thwarted. The rain had essentially put our fire out and a few minutes of standing in it, made it abundantly clear that cooking dinner over our camping stove was going to be miserable and highly improbable.

So we packed up quickly and retreated to our Jeep. The tarps were soaked as was our tent, so we didnt roll them up because we knew that we would have to just air them out again. To we tossed everything into the car and left camp.

Going back down the mountain was horrible. The clouds had rolled in low, making visibility terrible. The road was twisting and turning so we took it slow and careful on the way into town.

Fuck.

We got back to Atlanta and ordered take out Chinese and watched some Batman.

It was a bit dissapointing to be honest. I needed the time away from people and while I got some, I think I needed another day or so. Oh well ... sometimes the fates and weather pixies are not kind.

Posted by Utopia at March 23, 2006 08:49 AM

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