One of my favourite ways to spend my birthday is camping.
Since my birthday is on July 1, this is usually pretty do-able. This year, we
camped at one of the most peaceful campgrounds I’ve been to: Pinnacles Forestry
Campground in Wyoming.
The campsite was high up in the mountains, about four miles
down a gravel road, which probably helped deter some people from finding it. We
go there early in the day and managed to snag a prime spot, super private,
overlooking the lake, with an unbeatable view of mountains across the water.
It was also right near the bathroom, which is always a plus
when camping. Being a forestry campground, at $10 a night, Pinnacles has
outhouses, but these were no ordinary outhouses. There’s a sign on the door
saying “Welcome to our home” and a little mat right outside the door. This
seemed quaint enough by itself, but when I stepped inside, I was shocked by
what I saw.
There was a small square table with a cloth thrown over it.
On top of the table were some brochures about bears, a vase with fake flowers,
a few knick knacks, and, oddly, an old rotary phone. In the corner on the floor
was a real, living plant and the walls had posters and signs. All of this
managed to transform an outhouse, normally a place to run into and out of as
quickly as possible to avoid the stench, into a pleasant, non-smelly, welcoming
surprise.
We swam in the cool lake, had hot dogs and s’mores over the
fire, I went for a bike ride, and we played some cards. After the boys were in
bed, Gerry and I sat around the fire gazing out at the lake. It was a full,
bright moon and all felt just right.
Not a bad way to spend a birthday.
No comments:
Post a Comment