Back into Victoria this morning at 11:30, after a day and two nights spent in Goldstream Provincial Park's camp grounds. I haven't gone camping since the Great Bear Lake trip back in the day, and it was nice to get away from the world and hang out. The cell phone stayed off, I gorged myself on veggie burgers (I don't know why, but I developed a day-long addiction to them), burnt marshmellows (if you watch them burn, they look like planets collapsing), and wine. We went up-island after work on Tuesday, Michael picked me up in the Van of Death, and we found a camp site. In the darkness, it was secluded and we set up and had a fire.
In the morning - I think I woke us up at seven or eight - we caroused and made copious breakfasts and giggled and made bad jokes. Decided to go for a trip to the Goldstream park section and wandered around on the gravel paths and looked at the signs saying "Quiet Zone" that encouraged you to keep back and avoid causing the animals anguish. People at the vistors centre with, frankly, cabin psychosis. Went and looked at a water fall - looked at another one that evening - and wandered around making rock sculptures and taking photographs. Wrote for about an hour, had a nap, made dinner, drank a beer, complained about children wandering around - two of them claimed they'd tell on us for throwing a pine cone at them. They failed to realize that the pine cone had fallen off a tree from above them. Little fuckers. Drank quite a bit of wine and had long talks while we played with the fire, roasted marshmellows, eventually the children disappeared and we went to bed in a heap in the back of the van. Got up this morning to a hungover Michael with a case of food poisoning from his Bavarian smokie, and buckets of rain. Eventually we ran around in the water and threw everything in the van, drove out of there.
Now I'm eating a chocolate orange and thinking about calm things. I've had a bath and a shower today. Laundry rolls around downstairs. Michelle will come home and I'll find out how the ultrasound went, and if she's getting drugs for her kidney infection.
Comments (4)
I think it will become the "Soccer Mom Van of Death." You had an addiction to marshmellows (very cute by the way).
Those little fuckers should have stayed off our lawn.
Otherwise, I had a fantastic time with you love.
Posted by michael | May 27, 2004 7:43 PM
Posted on May 27, 2004 19:43
Even with the hour of roaming around Goldstream, looking for our camp site, after an hour's worth of hiking out to the Falls?
I was more interested in watching the marshmellow's BURN.
Posted by ben | May 28, 2004 3:53 PM
Posted on May 28, 2004 15:53
As if you didn't throw the pinecone at the children. AS IF!
Posted by Jo | May 28, 2004 8:21 PM
Posted on May 28, 2004 20:21
Well, they were UGLY children, and you know I can't abide that. Obviously I used my psychic powers to attack them with pine cones!
Posted by ben | May 29, 2004 11:51 AM
Posted on May 29, 2004 11:51