Camping WA Style!

I had a great time camping.  Let's start with day 1.  My flight came in late, so the WA Marine (WAM)and I didn't have dinner with the other couple, like we planned. So we had dinner at Famous Dave's and headed to his home. After having the tour, we headed to bed.

The next morning we got up and proceeded to prepare to leave for camping.  Didn't eat breakfast (bad Diz) and took off.  Saw some stunning sights and took pics and did a grocery run for some tequila and Fireball (bad Diz) and off we go.  Around 11, we stop at a convenience store for something to eat.  It mostly had crap, so I ended up with a corn dog.  We got to the camp site and it was really cool. And proceeded to set up our site.  I met the Son of one of the Cabo Crew and his friend, and we waited for the others to show.

What fun it was to greet the ole Crew and say hello.  As the day wore on, as more people showed, the drinks flowed and I worked on setting up two other peeps camp sites.  I ended up getting my eye smacked by a rope, and while it didn't hurt too bad, it began to swell. Ah well. There's tequila for that. I started meeting more and more new people and I was totally out of my element.  Each site I visited offered me food, and I didn't accept (bad Diz) because I didn't realize that was the MO for this trip, and I thought the person I was with would be cooking dinner.  So, feeling out of place, eye smacked and people noticing it was bleeding, and drinking tequila...well...I got so offing drunk...I haven't been this drunk in YEARS!  I mean, I was so drunk, someone had to put me to bed!!! OMG, this is not putting my best foot forward.

Needless to say, I heard from the grapevine that the person I came with was pissed!  Ah well... The next day was good.  No hangover, and I woke up early and headed to the creek where he was fishing. We chatted, and everything seemed ok. I got ribbed a lot by the others, but all-in-all, they treated me as one of their own, to which I'm extremely thankful for.  In the afternoon, a group of us (not including WAM) headed for a 20 minute drive to Mt. St. Helens, which in reality was 1 hr 20 min drive.  The sights were incredible!  The devastation of that eruption is still so obvious after 34 years.

I got lots of pics and we headed back. So slightly over 3 hours later, we arrive at camp.  WAM informs me that since I was plastered the night before, now it's his turn.  Fine, I'm totally cool with that, and he's most of the way there.  We ended up taking a girl "K" fishing and "B" gave her lessons. It was so cool to see him interact with her (she's his son's GF). He was totally patient. WAM, on the other hand, ended up falling twice while we were there, but he was ok. We ended up making the rounds to the camps when we got back. We headed to bed around 11.

The next day we packed up and said our goodbyes and made plans for next year (which they graciously included the drunk Diz on) and possible plans to visit Cali...and off we went. We headed to  Beacon Rock to hike up it.  It's a rock that rises almost 900 ft in the air, so it's a hell of a lot of stair climbing.  But the great thing is that I did it in a constant, fluid motion and no ass or thigh cramps...all the way to the top! And the pics I got were awesome.

I really needed this hike to prove to myself that maybe Tough Mudder is not out of the realm for me.

And I really felt good that after we got to the top, WAM was sitting down drinking water, while I was taking pictures and stuff.  So, I kept up with a Marine...and possibly slightly kicked his butt!  OoFuckingRah!

We left there and headed back to his home, where we proceeded to unload and shower, etc.  I won't go into detail about the rest of the evening except to say that his actions lead me to believe that there are other things at work and that we're probably going to remain good friends until those things are resolved (which was not the actions I observed on Thursday night).  It is what it is, so we went to bed, got up early the next morning and headed to the airport.  All-in-all though, he was a good sport and a gracious host and I had a blast.  So I'm glad I as able to visit and have fun.

When I got back though, I had messages waiting for me, and now I have a date on Friday night.  Hmmm...see what happens when the Cowboy and anyone else slacks off? I'm thankful that I'm still dateable...but sometimes I wonder.  Ok Peeps.  I have not caught up on my rest, and it's time I did so. So, I bid you all a good night.