Island Wilderness Camping

Recently, we went on a camping trip. On the Island of Whidbey, just North and West of Seattle. Half a mile from a beach that looks out on the Puget Sound and behind that, the great Pacific Ocean. Accompanying us on this sleeping-in-the-out-of-doors expedition were two other couples, whose celebrity mash-up names would be Zamie and Aargan (pronounced air-gun). Here are shameless plugs of their websites: Zack, Jamie, Aaron, and I don't know if Meagan has a website. Anne's is on the sidebar.

We camped, specifically at South Whidbey State Park. It was fun though there was little in the way of hiking, unlike the massive forests of the Olympic Peninsula, still my favorite place to camp. We set up camp, each couple with our own four-person tent, and set to making food before the sun fell too far down over the horizon. Then we drank around the fire. The weather was nice, though a little cool at night, and the beach was beautiful, full of various beached life-forms ready to have their pictures taken. We, the boys, threw rocks at inanimate objects until we were tired and wanted beer. We, the boys, played with the clay that made up the cliff abutting the beach, and formed it into unidentifiable nothings until our hands were covered in clay and we were wearing stupid smiles. We, all, took pictures of the oddities of the beach (including ourselves) as the tide was at its lowest. Then we walked back up the hill to our camp, in order to sate our desires for food, booze and the mesmerizing behavior of flames. We slept in between eating and playing and drinking, such an insignificant detail though.

I felt like life should be like that more than it is. Void of bank statements and the forty-hour-a-week deal. Just throwing rocks at things and making food. Simple and wonderful. But, I must say, the shower was amazing when I got home, as well the warm bed and the laying about in front of a movie. The camping was fun, for awhile. And it didn't rain. I have sloppily explained the whole thing but the following pictures will help.

The Tent!

More After The Jump

Zack and the Other Trees

Man Taming Fire

Burning Meat in the Dark (Aaron Mason's Autobiography)

Odd Sweating Tree Mushroom

My Back and Forest

Laughing For No Reason on a Beach

Crazy Many-Limbed Starfish (recently viewed 2D on Planet Earth DVD)

Dead(?) Crab

Awkward Man Surveying Water

Untitled With Barnacles

Happy Beach Couple

Elephant Man Emerges From Sea to Take Revenge

Rarely Glimpsed Interpretive Dance Performance With Kelp

Art

Driftwood Tee-pees

The Last Thing You Will Ever See

Drinking Rum Cider on the Beach at High Tide

And thus concludes the camping adventure. 

Also, by the way, sorry to anyone who ventured to Lucas' website to find no information regarding the making of Creme Brulee. He will be getting a visit from thick-armed monkey-suited men very soon. The Creme Brulee details will be featured on his website hopefully soon and at that point I will make light of it. Thanks.