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Tracie Goes Camping

When Cyndee and I were planning the Lofty Lake excursion, she said camping overnight might be fun. Now, I'm not normally much of a camper, but in what must have been a moment of not necessarily clear thinking, somehow I agreed to the idea. Now, I have (or thought I had) all the necessary camping gear, but I choose to store it for my apocalypse preparations, rather than ever get it out. Nevertheless, I dutifully packed up my gear and prepared for an overnight out.

We found a spot in a beautiful small campground called Butterfly Lake. For me at least, we could not have been in a better or more scenic spot. It was so peaceful and serene, and just so pretty. And other than a tent that was too small for a 5 foot four inch grown woman, and being stuck all night in a mummy bag contraption that left me barely able to move, and being so cold I had on two pairs of socks, sweats, a long-sleeved shirt, a fleece jacket, and my trusty black beanie, and not sleeping the entire night, I enjoyed myself immensely.






 Back side of Butterfly Lake



Selfie taken on my walk around Butterfly Lake early yesterday morning. 
(My friend Brian says this picture of me looks like I'm some sort of hostage. I agreed with him - what with being tied up in a mummy bag, and without cell service or cable tv.)

Lily pads around Butterfly Lake

Despite my joking about my overnight camping experiences, I did enjoy myself, and I hope to go back there again someday. It is definitely one of my happy places.


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