It's a bit of a tradition among us Wetwesties.. that while the world focuses its attention on the Superbowl in some warm clime.. we bus natured fine folk, turnout in droves to eat, drink, dodge rain and wind and raccoons and enjoy ourselves on the Oregon Coast. This year's event happened in early February.
Driving over the coast range into Nehalem this time of year is always one of my least stressful camping outings. For one, the weather is always cool (which any VW engine loves over oppressive heat) and also since it's usually cold and rainy, I go solo.. so no worrying about whether the wife and kids or dog are having a good time. I can sleep as late as I want and eat and drink what I want when I want. Yeah in other words, man-heaven.
Mark and I pulled in on Thursday. And I really like getting a days jump on most everyone else. The campground is next to deserted and there's no one to get between me and the keg Mark always brings along. Once again this year it was Sierra Nevada!
Mark always sets up such an interesting camp I think. With his old fashioned German lanterns that burn brightly at night.. and yeah, he usually keeps the keg over at his place too. Plus he always has his fire going.
My set up was pretty much the same as always.. this time sporting the "Don't Tread on Me" flag. The weather was a little iffy but nothing too major. No strong winds or driving rain. And even some sunbreaks at times. We couldn't have asked for much more.
Of course what would a camping trip be without Wilson to stand guard.
By Friday night, things at the old campground were hopping and throughout the weekend we all got together to sing songs and enjoy the now famous "beer tasting" event. Once again we had too many people bring too many beers. But never fear, somehow, they all got drunk.
Some people even brought their own, very good, home brew.
All in all it was a GREAT trip. However, not everything went as planned. At least for me. You see the first night, the raccoons raided my ice box and stole most of my food. But luckily I had friends who allowed me to graze on their good graces and thankfully those well developed and sneaky raccoons haven't learned how to use a beer opener.
Until next time!
1 comment:
Always good to see posts from you , old buddy. I have just one question: why do you look exactly the same as the day you left here, and I keep getting older? Maybe it's living the good life like you are.
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