Where Did I Put My Tiara

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Sunday, September 25, 2005

Ahhh... the beauty of ... nature?

We're going camping.  In a little over 48 hours, I'll be tucked away in some beautiful mountain glade surrounded by pinion pines, babbling creeks and the sweet scent of autumn.  With barely enough electricity to run the camp-lights, let alone my laptop!
Panic is starting to set in.  We're going for a week, at least.  From Tuesday to Monday.  That means one full week without email.  Without my laptop.  I'm considering driving down the mountain to my mother-in-law's place to charge my computer every few hours, but I don't think that's going to work.  It's about twenty miles over ungraded roads, another forty or so miles of graded, but still dirt, roads and then another fifteen miles of winding mountain pass just to get off the mountain.  Then I'd have to make the two hour journey back. 
We have a generator, but like I said, that's barely enough to handle the lights.  And my husband's television and DVD player.  Not that that's a luxury or anything.  I mean, how can we watch The Blair Witch Project and the St. Francisville Experiment if we don't have power for the DVD player?  And we have to watch those two movies, inside the trailer, lights out.  Then we dare our daughters to go out to the generator, tucked waaaay back into the treeline, to turn it off, with nothing but the moonlight for company. 
Of course, my husband has to scare the beetlejuice out of them on their way back inside.
This year, we're taking the horses.  It seems like every year something happens, right before our annual foray into the wilderness, to prevent us from taking them.  A few days ago, our older horse (a lineback dun named Zeke) tangled himself in some barbed wire.  A couple of nasty cuts and several scrapes later, we'd cut him free.  Nothing too damaging and the hubby says we can still ride him.  Good. 
That's the best part about a trip to the mountain.  Hours and hours in the saddle. 
But I'm still going to miss my email.  Desperately. And I'm NOT turning off the generator after the movie.


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