Emily and I went camping last night.  It was a true adventure, right from when we decided to go to Wendy’s instead of making tin-foil dinners.  So embarrassing, it’s beyond shame.  But we did camp through a rainstorm so that may restore a measure of our self-respect.  With time.

It was a bit of an adventure because this was a dry run for our upcoming vacation, during which we’ll be spending some get-to-know-you time with our tent, air mattress (another indication of our hard-core-ness), and sleeping bags.  Emily’s had some extra back problems lately but she’s slacking on the blog front so you don’t know about them yet.  Anywho, it was a good time to test the waters.

The waters were a little chilly, but we’re alive and kicking.

I broke out the camera and irreverently took pictures of the campfire while people were trying to have thoughtful conversation.  I was especially enjoying the sparks that flew off every so often as you can see in this photo.  A little twist to make the standard campfire photo a tad more interesting.

I dragged Emily back through the mud to the tent for one last picture before we left.  In typical fashion, Emily got to be the stand-in test subject.  This is a job with which she is very familiar, and which she does passionately and whole-heartedly, as you can see.

In spite of the wet and muddy end to our camping experience, we both enjoyed some time out of the apartment and the opportunity to exchange cinder-block for a light canvas material.  Plus, since I made us sit through so many pictures of us in front of our tent, we have a great memory just waiting in the halls of our friendly forgetful futures.