Early last week, I begged Catch for a camping trip. I was desperate to get away and nature never fails to ground me in a way that nothing else can. Something about the fresh air, dirty hands and smoky campfire transforms me into a significantly better version of myself.
On Friday morning, we dropped the monster dogs off at my mom’s house, stopped for ice and firewood and hit the road. Temperatures last weekend in town reached 110+ and I wasn’t having any of that. Instead, we headed up, up, up into the mountains, not stopping until we were surrounded by shade, pine trees, and a 75 degree mountain breeze.
We arrived at our campground and found it empty. As in, we were the only people there. If you have any experience camping—especially in Southern California—you will appreciate the rarity of that. In fact, I can say with certainty that it has NEVER happened before in all my years of camping. And I was conceived on a camping trip, so that’s saying something.
Aside from setting up camp and doing a bit of exploring, we did absolutely nothing all weekend. Chairs were set up in the shade, feet were propped up on rocks and books were read. Occasionally, we paused to draw silly pictures with Crayola markers or to play a game. It was a few solid days of total relaxation.
Boy, did I need that.
It’s also worth mentioning that this was my first sober camping trip since before I was old enough to drink and I still had a great time. Go figure.
I started charting my temps again this cycle and started peeing on sticks again on Friday. By my guesstimation if this cycle is anywhere near normal (for me), ovulation should be sometime right around my mom’s birthday on July 13th.
It’s gonna be a good month. I can feel it.
Those pictures are fantastic - I love a good, quiet trip into the mountains myself. I have confidence in us. We're both going to have a good month!
Posted by: meridith | 07/07/2013 at 05:47 PM