A Postcard From Camp

Greetings, from Townsend, TN. a quiet little town a mere stone's throw from Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

I just love camping....... outdoor cooking, heating water for dishwashing, checking my e-mail,


What?!?!?!?!

Yes, it's very surreal to be blogging in real-time while camping. But then our kind of camping really isn't camping in its purest form. I type this from the comfort of a king-size sleeping bunk which is illuminated by an overhead light. A huge air-conditioner is roaring full blast. I've just had a long, hot shower. I could microwave myself some hot chocolate if I so desired.

Please don't judge me.

Technically, there's still nothing but canvas between me and the elements. My hot shower was taken only after walking in the dark to the campground bathhouse (it was a short walk, but still)
and I really did cook supper outside on a propane stove and then I really did heat my own water for washing dishes.

Such is the life of pop-up camping. Part creature comforts, part roughing it.

Today is Sissy's 9th birthday, which is largely the reason for my last post.
I think she's had a pretty good birthday. She's been either on her bike or in the pool most of the day. We have to make her come in and eat. The only downer was she had a nasty bike wreck which left her with a bad case of road rash. But after many tears and some band-aids, she was riding again in no time.
Peanut has barked her knees on the pavement too. We're really going through the band-aids here.
They play so much harder and longer here than at home. Then they fall into bed, asleep almost before you can kiss them good night.

It's a good way to vacation.

I wonder if we could fit a hot tub in here.