Windy Enchantment
So I went camping at Enchanted Rock this past weekend. I meant to post earlier, but I’ve been busy.
In short, it was an awesome trip, which made up for having to cancel our trip in November since the weather was abysmal. This time the weather was perfect - sunny and warm during the day and cold, but not freezing, at night. We had a campsite nested away from a bunch of children. There were cocktails, music and good conversation. The sky was filled with more stars that I’ve seen since Yellowstone and there was all this crazy wind.
Here are my unorganized, unfiltered, unflattering pictures that I’m sure I will get shit about posting.
Saturday afternoon, we hiked up Enchanted Rock where we all snapped similar, but slightly different pictures of the gorgeous views (and each other). For the hundredth time, I cursed my college smoking habit that causes me to run out of breath easily, such as when faced with a steadily steep, but not difficult, climb.
There was a group effort to get the fire started. I participated by knowing to keep my mouth shut and eat chips and salsa, since there were clearly enough fire-starting experts working on kindling placement.
Chris, Katy and I cooked in the fire and my first campfire meal was pretty damn good. Especially after a couple of cocktails and all the climbing. Unfortunately, Chris and Katy didn’t stay overnight since Katy was sick and wanted a good night’s sleep. Good call on her part.
The crazy wind made sure that sleep was not part of this camping trip. It sounded like a train charging toward the tent and more than once I thought we were going to get swept away all Wizard of Oz like. Even with 2 sleeping bags and 2 sleeping pads (one of which is Kent’s fairly heavy Porsche of sleeping pads) in the tent, it did get knocked over a couple of times. Really, the wind was impressive.
Sunday morning, Dan, Kate, the dogs and I hiked up the peak next to Enchanted Rock. It was just as steep, had less interesting views, and more interesting landscape. We arrived back at camp hungry, tired, and ready to pack.
Amber and I were dirty, exhausted, and very happy when we got home.
In short, it was an awesome trip, which made up for having to cancel our trip in November since the weather was abysmal. This time the weather was perfect - sunny and warm during the day and cold, but not freezing, at night. We had a campsite nested away from a bunch of children. There were cocktails, music and good conversation. The sky was filled with more stars that I’ve seen since Yellowstone and there was all this crazy wind.
Here are my unorganized, unfiltered, unflattering pictures that I’m sure I will get shit about posting.
Saturday afternoon, we hiked up Enchanted Rock where we all snapped similar, but slightly different pictures of the gorgeous views (and each other). For the hundredth time, I cursed my college smoking habit that causes me to run out of breath easily, such as when faced with a steadily steep, but not difficult, climb.
There was a group effort to get the fire started. I participated by knowing to keep my mouth shut and eat chips and salsa, since there were clearly enough fire-starting experts working on kindling placement.
Chris, Katy and I cooked in the fire and my first campfire meal was pretty damn good. Especially after a couple of cocktails and all the climbing. Unfortunately, Chris and Katy didn’t stay overnight since Katy was sick and wanted a good night’s sleep. Good call on her part.
The crazy wind made sure that sleep was not part of this camping trip. It sounded like a train charging toward the tent and more than once I thought we were going to get swept away all Wizard of Oz like. Even with 2 sleeping bags and 2 sleeping pads (one of which is Kent’s fairly heavy Porsche of sleeping pads) in the tent, it did get knocked over a couple of times. Really, the wind was impressive.
Sunday morning, Dan, Kate, the dogs and I hiked up the peak next to Enchanted Rock. It was just as steep, had less interesting views, and more interesting landscape. We arrived back at camp hungry, tired, and ready to pack.
Amber and I were dirty, exhausted, and very happy when we got home.
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