WELLLLL unfortunately for Nate, he is dating the biggest idiot. My whole life i've never been able to remember dates. I try to tell people if i forget their birthday not to take it personal. I didnt remember my father's or my sister's till I was about high school age, and I only remember my mom's b.c. its on epiphany. Anyway, I seemed to have made the reservations for June instead of May which meant we had to get up and drive at 5 in the morning to get there in time to have a shot at one of the non-reservation campsites.
Well it was a FRIDAY morning so I'd spent the prior night at Bucks being treated like a princess. SOOOO when nate got home at 5 in the morning I was out cold. He was pretty pissed. After an ordeal of getting me out of bed we hit the road for a drive I barely remember and we got a site! We set up camp and chilled that day.
The next day we hit the lake. At this point the dog had started to get cocky and think the trip was about him. We'd let him sleep in the tent, he had free run of the campsite, and ended up finding tons of sticks to chew! Well that all changed once we reached the .....DUN DUN DUN....
THE BOAT DOCK
All of a sudden he realized WE were going to make him get near ...water...
Our dog wont go through puddles much less get on a moving path surrounded by water. We had to drag him to the boat and throw him on. He clenched the bottom as if he were being thrown on a platform above sharks. It was redic...what a drama queen.
Once we got goin' he loosened up a bit but at first insisted on having his head on one of our laps...by the time we got a fish he got excited and decided the boat WAS for him and began to sing the famous words; "I'm on a Boat!" featuring the great T-pain.. i'm figuring this was what was in his head:
Things got real wild when the fish was brought aboard and Rossby decided it was lunch time :)
We caught some fish and the dog chilled but being black was rough on him and we all needed a pee break. We docked and chilled under the shade for a few hours before headin back out. This was relaxing although he seemed to think he also was the reason for the rest and took full advantage of the snooze until he was attacked by the sandwich and too many pictures
We headed back out later that night and it was the same routine until dinner. We decided to make some Mt. Pies I guess which i'd never had. It seems they are just a sandwich cooked on a fire in a pocket skillet type apparatus. very simple and very delicious. we went to bed and this time rossby did not escape via a tiny hole in the zipper...the next day we got up late-ish to avoid the rain and decided to take a hike.
The HIKE:
so genius decides we should walk out to the end of one of the arms of the lake without considering what there is to do on the other side of the lake. We started hiking with a few beers. This is something i have never done and never will do again; by the time we had reached the semi-difficult terrain i was pretty tipsy and fuzzy. Not because I was drinking much, but probably do to the physical workout and the very little water I had replaced with beer...hmm things started to get really silly. The dog loved it b.c. he was let free of the leash and just ran around like a wild antelope, frolicking through the weeds on and off the trail. Nate and I made it to the end of the trail tiered and hungry. We had lunch on the pier and discovered we'd walked to the site MOST people DRIVE to go for various hikes....
so due to lack of planning we decided to go home.....
JUST KIDDING
We went for a walk on the "deer trail". It was only a 2 mile loop and it went to a fire tower. I was starting to panic in my head at the thought of this fire tower. I am extremely afraid of heights and i was praying the whole way that people wouldn't be aloud to climb up it. This was not the case, however, the dog saved me. HE could not go. So nate went alone......thank God...
He said it was terrifying. Its about 120 feet high and well above the tree canopy. He got some cool pics, here is one of the fire tower from the trail:
We continued to hike on the beautiful green trail through the hundreds of lakes and loooved every min of it. Some of the most beautiful scenes i've seen are found along this trail - "deer trail" that starts at the lodge end of the park on the left arm of Itasca. I highly recommend- much prettier than Bucks hahaha.. IF you do go...DRIVE there, it is about a 5 mile hike just to the trail head from the campground and once you are there lots more opps are available. We would have done more of the trails in that area but we had to walk back 5 miles already and it was getting late, i wish we would have been able to spend more time in this area :( so YOU plan for it haha
Once we made it back the 5 miles home, we got back to find Rossby had become a host to little friends he'd made along the way on his wild runs through weeds. It was a night full of pulling out ticks, roastin mallows, and toasting hot dogs...OMG nothing better than camping. Other than the unwanted visitors the trip was a blast.
I'd say if you need time to step out of the California of the northern planes (ND)...head to the land of 1000 lakes :)
p.s. in regards to the t-pain ref, if you have been living under a rock enlighten yourself : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7yfISlGLNU
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