So, I missed the chance for a cheap hotel room in Grand Isle this weekend because I didn't make reservations. The only ones I get info about now are over $100/night. And maybe I could somehow find that money - but I'm damn cheap.
There is, of course, the campground. I like to camp, I have all the gear I need. I even just did the little happy clap at the thought of using my jet boil to make coffee and breakfast.
Only worries: if I get forced to camp next to RVs. It'll be hot and they'll be running their A/Cs and it's SO obnoxious to be near that. Hot is another worry, and bugs - I hear the mosquitos there are HORRIBLE. Honestly, I don't know what I'm getting into - everything has been destroyed there so many times, most recently from Katrina. What if - what if there's no *gasp* shower?
Yeah, yeah, I'm such a baby. But I like to be clean when I spend a day out with people I don't know. It perks me up, gets me going. Without a shower I feel grungy all damn day.
OK, I'm thinking jet boil wins. And I still have plenty of camp food so I wouldn't even have to go out to eat. But I will. Because it's Louisiana.
I'm so damn excited about this weekend. Best part of camping? I can't really take my books and computer. Where would I study? That's rhetorical - I know Michele has electricity in her truck, but I don't and I'm keeping it that way. Yeah, it's just car camping, but it's still camping. We had SUCH a great time camping in the national forest last month, far away from the RVs and I just had wild land to look at and hear.
OH, that's my only real hold-up. The clean-up. I just finally got all my gear clean again, and now I want to camp on a freakin BEACH?! Sand and critters and all sorts of stuff that I won't want to store.
Sigh.
I'm doing it for the sunrise. And a break from law school, which I don't take nearly as seriously as plantains and frijoles. I can see me at job interviews, trying to explain why eating great Honduran food and chasing migratory birds (I won't really chase them - they're EXHAUSTED and need to be left alone) was more important that studying. Shrug. Who cares about those future career nay-sayers. I have a jet boil that NEEDS to be used. It cries out to me, pathetically beseeching attention. Who am I to refuse my darling jetboil?
Yup, I'm a gear puta.
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Ha! Gear puta! REI whore! It's all the same! =)
Your entry reminded me of Thousand Trails. I just found out today that it's not a certain city (we used to go when we were little and rent their RVs and stay in the trailer park in the woods, ha ha ha...it was fun!), and that they actually have locations all over the place. I wanna go again. =)
Maybe you can find one in Louisiana? =)
I've been wanting to go camping for a while. Time is past due for a bonfire, sleeping bags and gazing at the stars. =)
And camping with us is GREAT! We boil up water and make dumplings. Or clam chowder. Or cook up the best meats in the area. =)Mmm...caaaaamping...droool.....
Hellooooooooooo jetboil...! =)
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