Thursday afternoon the Bearded Dude came home, we loaded the car with camping gear and the dogs, and headed west about 2.5 hours, shaking the dust of the city off our heels on our merry way to Fickle Lake to camp with friends. The first camping trip of the season.
It wasn't just any camping trip, mind you. It was a trial run of a few things. One: it was the first time our friends little twin boys had ever gone camping or slept in a tent. Two: it was our first time camping with both dogs (Coltrane had never seen a tent, let alone gone in one to sleep with her humans and another dog, in such a cozy setting.) and we wanted to see how both dogs would fair in preparation for our month long adventure to Alaska and back this September, as our intent is to camp most nights. The boys did great, the dogs did great, and it was nice to have some time away from the city. Fickle Lake is a beautiful spot. Next time I bring my fishing gear.
Today has been a blissfully lazy day. I slept in until 10:30. Jay unpacked the car and put all the camping gear away. I started some laundry. The dogs have shuffled from the couch to the dog bed to the main bed and back again in an adorable nap migration. I knitted for a few hours while catching up on my favorite Podcasts. I finally went into the studio about a quarter after 3 to get some birch panels ready to draw on tomorrow morning, and put the finishing touches on one of the 5 holy idioms for my second summer show.
I've had a lot of fun painting these idioms this past week. I think that's enough productivity for today though. Back to the couch and some reading. Couch adventuring with a sleepy, snuggly dog is almost as good as actually adventuring.