We discovered on the roof that I was that camping girl. He was that loner guy. We decided to commute together and meet the rest up at the resort. After all, I don't even think we had spent a night apart after that first date. I know...sinners!
I was taking everyone to Baker Lake. This is where I grew up. It's my stomping grounds. We were going to camp and hit the hot springs. Maybe take out a paddle boat. Big plans!
We made the 6 hr drive and set up camp in the designated spot but nobody showed. Most people didn't have cell phones back then. Even if they did, you wouldn't have gotten a signal up there. We kept one eye out but nobody came. They gave some lame excuse about not finding us. They stayed at a campground near Marblemount which is like an hour down the mountain and up highway 20. BS!!!! They didn't even try to find us. Were we set up?
Doesn't even matter because it was the best camping trip we've ever taken. Oh we were smitten on each other! We hit the hotsprings. We played frisbee. We relaxed in the hammock and ate yakisoba. I gourmet cook when we are car camping. I remember all these little silk worms dropping from the trees by the kazillions. They were everywhere. We found them in our car for weeks afterwords. We discovered that each of us loved to camp. We had all our own gear. I love a guy who can set up a tent as fast as myself.
On the way home from our little getaway, we took a side trip. I showed jeremy the Garlic Festival at the Love Isreal ranch in Arlington. He had never been to a gathering of this sort. We are talking HIPPY TOWN! These were my kind of folks. Drinking and dancing, babies running naked in the sprinklers, body painting and brownies. So much fun. I got my tarot cards read that day and the gypsy told me he was the one to give me happiness. She was so right!
That afternoon a little boy came by. We were just sitting in the grass watching the festival before us. This little boy had the uglies incense holders you had ever seen. They were made of clay and well, they were just ugly! But he was so professional and cute. He was only like 8 or 9 years old. I couldn't help myself. I picked out one of his trinkets and asked how much. $12 . Are you kidding me? $12 dollars for that hunk of ugliness. I pointed out to Jeremy that is was $12 to see that kid grin from ear to ear with pride.
We both learned a little more about each other that day. We contemplated all of this as we slowly drove home Von the Volkswagon on his doughnut. We got a flat tire at the resort somewhere between coming in and the Marines fighting in the hot spring parking lot. There was this gross bloody hand print one of them was so kind to leave on the bumper.
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