On the spur of the moment, I decided to go camping for the weekend.
Pop quiz: What's the greatest, most historically important invention of all time?
- The Wheel
- The Mattress
Actually, Saturday night might not have been so bad, except for the Group Campground about 3/4 of a mile down the road. Starting at about 10:00, some group started practicing their Sioux drum beats and war chants. Sounded as though they were ready to come down the road and start enforcing their treaty claims right then and there.
About midway through this serenade, the dog got claustrophobia(!), figured out to work the zipper on the tent, and took a little midnight stroll through the campground. Some pre-domestication part of his brain is still afraid of fire, and I had to turn out the flashlight to get him to come near enough for me to grab him and push him back inside.
Still, Saturday was fun. The Colorado Trail runs right by the camp, and we got a chance to take a couple of 4-mile-or-so-hikes, just after sunrise, and just before sunset so it was cool and rain-free. Most dogs do about twice their owners' distance, racing ahead and coming back. Sage forgets that he's Sage-Afraid-To-Put-His-Head-Out-The-Car-Window, and becomes Sage-The-Intrepid-Explorer-Of-The-West, and goes off in every other direction.
The Colorado Trail runs through most of the state, and at some point, when I've lost a bunch of weight, I'll be able to carry a pack and hike the whole thing.