Camping
Justin, Nichole, pman5000, Wendy, John and I braved the wilds of Tochigi- and Fukushima-kens this weekend, armed with little more than a tent a single canteen for the six of us.
Ahem.
We went camping. Unpromising weather forecasts developed into bright blue skies and pleasantly warm temperatures. Two boy scouts and one who may as well have been one handled our party exquisitely. I, on the other hand, tried my best to stay out of the way while the Alpha-males did what they did. Lowered expectations blessed me with what became the one of the best weekends in years.
We all swam for a bit, though not in the above pictured river. Ours was more shallow, and painfully frigid. Still, fun. Before retiring to sleep, Justin discovered a slithery visitor keeping warm under our tent. The process of evicting our squatter proved comical. I hate snakes.
Ahem.
We went camping. Unpromising weather forecasts developed into bright blue skies and pleasantly warm temperatures. Two boy scouts and one who may as well have been one handled our party exquisitely. I, on the other hand, tried my best to stay out of the way while the Alpha-males did what they did. Lowered expectations blessed me with what became the one of the best weekends in years.
We all swam for a bit, though not in the above pictured river. Ours was more shallow, and painfully frigid. Still, fun. Before retiring to sleep, Justin discovered a slithery visitor keeping warm under our tent. The process of evicting our squatter proved comical. I hate snakes.