Cold, Happy Camper

Galen & I went camping over the weekend, near Gilbert MN. The town is the site of an old taconite (iron ore) strip mine which has been converted to the Iron Range OHV (off highway vehicle) park. The MN Toyx4s offroad club was hosting a weekend get together and I took this as an opportunity to; a) meet some local off-roaders, b)go off-roading and , and c) take Galen camping.

We arrived Friday afternoon and it was cold, damp, and windy. A storm front had just been through and its effects were still lingering. Erecting the tent was like trying to fold a flag during a hurricane. All the while Galen and Natasha were watching from the back of the truck. Natasha, being quite happy to hide from the wind, was in no mood to "help". Galen, however, wanted to "help". After a quick walk around the campsite I persuaded him that helping would be to remain in the truck and keep Natasha from getting out. The ruse worked.



We went to bed early that night after a dinner of sauteed smoked sausage, and beer for me. The next morning started without the wind, clouds, or chill of the night before. We had an excellent day of wheel'n. 'Nuff said.

This was all about me. I needed camping fix. But Galen was my Costello; keeping me diverted from the activities at hand, left me shaking my head, and grounded. And he needed a camping fix too.