I love backpacking. More specifically, I love spending nights with at most a thin piece of nylon (and my sleeping bag, etc.) between me and the night sky. What if I went backpacking during every month of the year.
It sounded great. Reba agreed. She clearly stated that the whole year sounded good – outside, trails, maybe snow. It all sounded good to her.
My usual victim consented to accompany us and then came December! It was cold outside. Weekends were in short supply. Oh, wouldn’t it be neat to welcome in the New Year in a tent? Yes, let’s do it. (And while we’re at it, that counts as December and January.)
We headed out to the Lower Skokomish….oops, snow. More snow than my unmodified 1994 Landcruiser could handle…. time spent digging out. Fortunately this was on December 30.
Time for Plan B!
Quincy Lakes. Success! We didn’t go in far. We took in two sleeping bags apiece. We cooked supper at the campsite, but in the morning, we waited and ate breakfast in the car.
(Reba, of course, took some time to make snow angels and thought we were just a bit wimpy!)
