Above: My Element tent is wrinkly from being packed away for a long while. I need to go camping more often. The back seats fold flat, then up against the sides of the vehicle, making room for a nice twin size air mattress and all the bedding that a cold cold night requires.
Above: My trusty Coleman tent that I've had for 7 or 8 years. The friend that I went camping with is the same person I went to Maine with. She's a dear lady, but she drives me nuts at times. She's not a creative person or a problem-solver, so I had to show her step-by-step how to put up the tent (there are instructions on the tent bag), how to light the Coleman stove, how to set up the air mattress, how to heat water to use for cleaning the dishes after a meal, etc. It's like I had to train her in the entire experience of camping. We're not talking about starting a fire using a piece of bubble gum and a paper clip, we're talking about simpler things. She obsessed...really, truly, obsessed with exactly how much and what kind of clothing and bedclothes she was going to put on the air mattress in the tent (and in what order). I had told her to pack very warm clothes and plenty of blankets or quilts, because the night temps were going to be in the 40s. She must have told me 20 times the day we got to the campsite what she was going to do and another 15 times the following day as to step by step how warm or cold she was at various times throughout the night and what she did with each blanket or quilt as a result. I shouldn't be surprised. She also is terribly obsessed with the price of gas, always has been. And now I'll have to delete this rant very soon because it's really mean of me to type all this.
Above: Our nice covered picnic table, partically set up.
Above: Our own pile of firewood and charcoal. Word of advice, do not buy the Safeway/Tom Thumb brand of charcoal. It may be the cheapest, but it took forever to get the coals to the cooking stage. I usually buy the individual small bags that you just light the bag and the whole thing burns. I should have spent the extra money and bought those again. The firewood was also from Tom Thumb and was no better than scrap. It didn't burn for very long. I should have bought the better quality stuff from another store and gotten some pinion wood as well.
Above: These are the arms/paws/claws that were right next to the entrails. So, raccoon or possum?
Above: My Element tent is wrinkly from being packed away for a long while. I need to go camping more often. The back seats fold flat, then up against the sides of the vehicle, making room for a nice twin size air mattress and all the bedding that a cold cold night requires.
Above: My trusty Coleman tent that I've had for 7 or 8 years. The friend that I went camping with is the same person I went to Maine with. She's a dear lady, but she drives me nuts at times. She's not a creative person or a problem-solver, so I had to show her step-by-step how to put up the tent (there are instructions on the tent bag), how to light the Coleman stove, how to set up the air mattress, how to heat water to use for cleaning the dishes after a meal, etc. It's like I had to train her in the entire experience of camping. We're not talking about starting a fire using a piece of bubble gum and a paper clip, we're talking about simpler things. She obsessed...really, truly, obsessed with exactly how much and what kind of clothing and bedclothes she was going to put on the air mattress in the tent (and in what order). I had told her to pack very warm clothes and plenty of blankets or quilts, because the night temps were going to be in the 40s. She must have told me 20 times the day we got to the campsite what she was going to do and another 15 times the following day as to step by step how warm or cold she was at various times throughout the night and what she did with each blanket or quilt as a result. I shouldn't be surprised. She also is terribly obsessed with the price of gas, always has been. And now I'll have to delete this rant very soon because it's really mean of me to type all this.
Above: Our nice covered picnic table, partically set up.
Above: Our own pile of firewood and charcoal. Word of advice, do not buy the Safeway/Tom Thumb brand of charcoal. It may be the cheapest, but it took forever to get the coals to the cooking stage. I usually buy the individual small bags that you just light the bag and the whole thing burns. I should have spent the extra money and bought those again. The firewood was also from Tom Thumb and was no better than scrap. It didn't burn for very long. I should have bought the better quality stuff from another store and gotten some pinion wood as well.
Above: These are the arms/paws/claws that were right next to the entrails. So, raccoon or possum?
1 comment:
That is no possum, I know a possum paw when I see one. That based on size, color (of the fur, not the flesh), the claws, and the way the arms articulate, looks like a raccoon.
Why did you show me dead raccoon parts? I was just making Amy Sedaris' cupcakes this weekend and had my imaginary friend Raccoon Boy on my mind.
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