Camping on a full stomach..

So, upon entering the third trimester, our Hero declares that she's far from beat, she'd like to do a little camping before the weather warms up, and personal maneuvering might become inconvenient.... So, on Friday morning, we head of to that cutest of caulderas, the little volcano that couldn't, the eruption that won't happen next to the fight that never came to be; Battle Ground Lake State Park. It's a dandy little park, with a fine light hike around the extinct volcano's rim, which is covered in mature forest, with many fallen giants stretching out into the lake, attracting both fish and the men who chase them.


Besides battling the usual campsite creepy crawlies for my lady (how does one become a Veterinarian, spend her summer shoulder-deep in mama cows, bring up bowel resections at the dinner table, and yet somehow still be squeamish about ants and arachnids?), we were dealt a cruel blow in the form of the largest campground nemesis known, Redneckis Lungis Intoxicatus.
Yougotit again- drunk and rowdy classless neighbors. The particularly foulmouthed female in question could hold her liquor no better than her tongue, the latter getting sharper and louder with every empty bottle. It was the sort of situation where you resolve to call the ranger if they don't shut up within ten minutes, only to have it start all over again on the eleventh...

But we made a couple of great meals, stayed dry and almost warm, and made it home with aching legs and battered backs just in time to nap away a Saturday afternoon.