Tag: Camping

July 12 Camping

July 12 Camping

Time is flying by, and I know not where it’s gone. I only wish I could recapture it, experience it again.

We have been camping or on the road now since July 6th and I haven’t journaled or blogged since then.  Actually that is not totally correct, I blogged about Madden on the 7th.  Shows what my memory is like, good but short.  Or as a friend said to me, “my memory is good, it’s my recall that’s the shits”.

My back/ lower side has been bothering me the last few nights and the first night it chose to rear its ugly pain ridden head it reached such a crescendo of discomfort I was unable to get to sleep.  I thought perhaps the cause was the bag-type chair I’ve been using so I switched to either standing up or sitting in a different lawn chair since then.  This is the first day I’ve tried sitting in my chair since then and as I sit here, on my lawn chair/throne, surveying my campsite domain, I pulled out my iPhone and will pen some thoughts.

Writing anything here is a challenge for me. I am easily distracted, I already have a short attention span, and I am also easily lead astray. A prime senior ADD candidate Not a good combo for someone endeavoring to maintain their blog. Oh I wish I were stronger of will and not so wishy washy. We are so often critical of ourselves aren’t we?

My other current excuse is the lack of cell service, read that as Internet. Since my posting is done either via phone or laptop I’m somewhat hooped on both counts. In reality that’s a bunch of bunk, and if I had the appropriate amount of willpower it wouldn’t be an issue. I can get a cell connection down at the beach, should I choose to avail myself of it. I can also journal anytime and anywhere as all I need is my journal and a pen or pencil. Hell, a piece of charcoal and a deerskin would work. They’ve been used for centuries.

Whatever the reasons for not posting there’s far too many distractions now. I’ll have to finish later.
Caio

Missing Post – Madden and Me

Missing Post – Madden and Me

I don’t know what happened here, the post below was MIA, lost in the abyss, originally published (I thought) July 7.

Here we go again, the quality time one desires as a grandparent.  The holding and cuddling, the snuggling and feeding of the the baby and then having them fall asleep in your arms.  To listen to the purring of their soft breathing, the occasional sighs and the peaceful calmness of their trust.   It takes me back to the good times we had as young parents, except now as they say we can give them back as they misbehave or become cranky.  Not that we would.

20120707-135907.jpgAll the adults are out at present and Madden and I are having some quality time bonding whilst we walk.  It’s good for him to get out in the fresh air and sun (not direct sun mind you) and also good for me. I’ve been neglecting myself lately so here we can kill two birds with one stone.  He can get some air and I’ll get a stretch.

We are laying over here for a day or so before heading back off to camp. The time will be spent bonding with the kids, Madden time of course, and buying enough grub for the next phase of our journey.  We will leave here tomorrow morning for Herald Provincial park, across the Shuswap Lake from Salmon Arm.  We will stay there until the 17th and then back onto the highway for more adventures further south.

It will be interesting times.

Camp, Camp, Camp Away

Camp, Camp, Camp Away

Day 1 of our camping trip is under our belts, how many days we have left is open for discussion but it should be at least 18. That’s a good long time on the road.  Will we survive it, that is the question.

20120706-170359.jpgLast night we spent the evening at Christina Lake, in the Gladstone Provincial Park. We had a beautiful spot situated on the plateau with a view of the lake through the trees. Many of the sites in the park, those not on the lower level, are on a side hill above the plateau and while they are still nice camping spots they did not afford the view we enjoyed.

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So much Activity, So much Noise

So much Activity, So much Noise

Although I’m looking forward to camping and seeing family this summer I hope the hubbub doesn’t get to me, and there’s a good chance that at some point it will.  The activity and noise will wear on me and I’ll likely withdraw somewhat and retreat to my safe place.

I’m a very private person, some would say reclusive and others may think snobbish or stuck up.  I don’t think I’m either of the latter, I just don’t mind my own company and I’m easily overwhelmed by activity, especially if I feel as if I’m thrust into it.  It’s just the kind of person I am and that has to be ok.  I’ve heard it described as gifted, or over-excitable but whatever the reason the intensity of a group interaction is often stressful, sometimes very much so.

Camping in Pioneer Park

My wife has grown to accept this characteristic of mine and when we family camp we always take our own site rather than sharing a double site or trying to squeeze, with others, into a single.  Frequently we’ll take some private time camping before or after the family camping so we can re-connect and share alone-time together.

I need my space and am much happier when left to read or otherwise bond with myself.  I can write or journal, putter on something like my bike, the trailer or truck, or just have a beer and chill.  It’s the closest thing I can find to Nirvana and I’m perfectly happy being left to my own devices.

The rest of the family also appears to accept it and although I’m not sure how my alone-time is explained to my nieces and nephews it is still respected.  “Uncle” (me) is still asked if he wants to go on bike rides or walks and I will frequently accept.  I still love my family and cherish our relationships.  It just has to be in smaller doses than it may be with other families.

So despite the activity and noise I will adapt, I will enjoy the camping and family time holding to the thought that they won’t always be with us.  If there’s one thing I’ve learned is that life is short, and fickle.  Enjoy the moments while you can.

Feeling replenished

Feeling replenished

Today was a good day to recharge. I thought perhaps it would be harder, more sad or depressing, and it was a tad sad but I perservered.

I so wanted to go camping one final time this weekend, but instead we stayed home where Mo baked and I plucked and shucked out in the yard.  One of my tasks was to ready the trailer for bed, a bittersweet task for sure and one that was no small feat.  Cleaning bugs off the front took me almost an hour alone, then washing the outside and draining took some time as well. When all was done I took it over to the in-laws place and parked it in their driveway where it will stay until spring.  I still have to put the anti-freeze in and tarp it off but that shouldn’t take too long.

Say goodbye to camping

Say goodbye to camping

Boy, yesterday was not a good day.  Again I didn’t feel too bad during the day nor when I went home from work, but after that I went into a slide.  Later in the evening after supper I got very sad for some reason and even had a few moments where I felt overwhelmed and began to sob, quietly mind you but sob nonetheless.  Maybe feeling stressed about Dad did it, can’t say for sure.

I know I am a bit saddened thinking we will not go camping one last time this weekend.  Mo is feeling stressed too with work that needs doing around the house, including making pies from fruit we bought a couple weeks ago and I guess if we really meant to go we should have been set up to go by now.  Leaving it until Saturday morning won’t give us much time to camp unless we/I commuted from there to work for a few days.

I’ve been invited out after work tonight too which complicates the camping thing quite a bit.  Beers with work mates will be nice and I’m looking forward to it but that again doesn’t help the camping goal.  I just need to align myself with the idea that camping is not in the cards.

Off, and On… The road again

Off, and On… The road again

We are back on the road again, this time trekking to Spokane and camping who knows where.

I guess Mo thought that when she gave me the list of campsites that she found online that I would call each of them and make a selection. I don’t think so.  What can I tell from a phone conversation, nada.

If you can’t tell I feel cranky I’ll confirm the assessment, can’t tell why for sure. I do feel a bit tired but that’s likely not all. I’ll be working on that for sure.

To adapt, or not to adapt, That is the question.

To adapt, or not to adapt, That is the question.

I’m looking forward to the weekend, and it’s only hours away now.  We are camping about 20 min. away and I’ve been commuting to/from work.  It’s not as bad as I thought, the drive is quite relaxing and doesn’t take long.  I should be using the time to think deep thoughts but not much of that has come to me lately.  I must be slightly “out of sync” with the cosmic forces.

We will stay until Sunday or Monday being that Monday is a stat, and if the weather holds.  Family has been invited out on Saturday for a bar-b-que, hopefully a low key event.  I”m not much for get-togethers, my non-social side wins out in that regard.  I say non-social because I’m not against the socializing, it’s just something that I don’t often want to get involved with.  Little of the conversations stimulate or interest me and if I try to put on much of a happy face I find it very draining.  Gloria said it may be because in circumstances like that I am adapting to the situation, and it’s the effort to adapt that tires me out.  As a result I’ll often have some alcohol to chill me out, perhaps not the most appropriate response but effective.

What to Do?

What to Do?

Morning has come and the sun is shining.  The weather is warm but there is a cool breeze drifting through the open patio door, teasing my feet and legs.  As I blog I try to think of what I may do today, perhaps go a get a new bike for Ma, I’d like us to ride together and we can’t now as she has no bike.  I could sit and read, and I shall for a while, but later I must go out and do something.  Some exercise or outdoor activity that will stimulate my body as well as my brain.

I also want to be lazy, a trait I would really like to get by.  It feels so good at the time though, I think that’s why I like camping, lots of relaxing and little guilt because, after all, what can you do but?

So breakfast is complete now, through it I as reading some articles on a website called “SENG – Supporting the Emotional Needs of the Gifted”  An article on Introversion/Extroversion and the Gifted caught my eye, probably because I’m an introvert.  In fact I’m such an introvert that when i took the Myers/Briggs test again this year I was at the furthest end of the spectrum.  So many of these characteristics, both for giftedness and introversion ring true.  I wish I knew more about them years ago.  I’ll post a link in the Interesting Sites area on my blog.

Camping again – Kikomun

Camping again – Kikomun

Our second round of camping is well under way with our second week of 2 beginning at Kikomun Creek/Lake campsite. We have met Mo’s family here for what seems like an annual event.

Unfortunately I don’t really look forward to it and that in itself bothers me.  I want to want to be with everyone but I find it tiresome being around others for long.  I just chalk it up to being a private person who doesn’t mind my own company.