Roughing it (with four cars full of equipment)

The camping weekend turned out great. Sure, there was the minor matter of the hooligans partying on Friday night. (I didn't even know it was possible to drink and shout continuously for twelve hours.) But a friend put in two separate calls to the sheriff (they were still yelling at seven a.m.!) and within a few hours we were treated to an entertaining spectacle as the rangers descended en masse and evicted them. They even tried to throw Andrew out, but I think his accent helped convince them that it was a case of mistaken identity...

The company was terrific, the weather turned out to be beautiful, and the food was scrumptious. Did I mention I cooked the whole weekend? My favorite meal was a peanut and yam stew, which I only make when we camp. I served it with some cheddar cornbread muffins that I had baked the night before.

Some visual evidence of our adventure:

The park was situated right at the headwaters of the Chesapeake bay

Andrew and I grin because neither of us has thought about work for 24 hoursMy friend M, smiling big. (This picture was taken before she discovered just how many ticks she had picked up on the hike.)

And finally, our friend Jonny captured a contemplative moment at the campsite. He's working on a project where he creates a set of visual notes every day for 100 days, and I happened to end up in this one.