Hugh and I spent the weekend in the mountains with The Newlyweds and another couple, who, also happen to be newly wedded, having just celebrated their first anniversary. So, for purposes of this post, our companions will be known collectively as The Newlyweds. Also, how cool is it that our group was comprised of a couple of lesbians, a couple of gay men, and a completely hetero couple? We were a diverse group to be sure, and, when we passed fellow campers on our 4-wheelers, we left them scratching their heads for sure.
But, I digress.
The camping trip had been planned since the 4th of July, when Hugh, the (Lesbian) Newlyweds, and I discovered the perfect campsite while on our first 4-wheeling excursion. The campsite was in a large meadow with plenty of space for our campers, trucks, and trailer. Large trees provided shade and protection from the rain yet there was plenty of grassy area, perfect for soaking in the sun or having a leisurely picnic. The fact that the campsite was located a mile down a somewhat sketchy stretch of rocky dirt road hardly bears mentioning (unless you are Erin who, as a novice camper-hauler; cursed Hugh's very existence for a significant portion of the time she was navigating the road).
We got to the campsite late Friday evening and immediately set up camp. Hugh busted out his grill, tables, and coolers and set up an efficient camp kitchen under the awning of our motorhome. The (Lesbian) Newlyweds set up their vintage pull-behind and immediately set up their fabulous outdoor shower. The (male) Newlyweds worked on setting up the fire pit. In the end, we had almost all the luxuries of home, including a strong enough cell phone signal that I was able to relax and not worry about missing a call from work. It really was the perfect campsite.