Monday, November 22, 2010

The Campout

My grandson wanted to go camping but I discovered the campgrounds are all closed for the season. Bummer ! Guess there are a bunch of fair weather campers around these parts. No matter,we just pitched our tent in the backyard and got with it. Raking the leaves up into a pile we cleared a spot out for the fire.
Being the diligent campers that we are we first set up the tent and unrolled the sleeping bags. We carefully placed our food supplies ( hot dogs,a chicken and marshmallows) inside the tent for safekeeping.
Next came the fire. In order to contain this inferno and prevent its' spread and burning of the lawn we built it inside an old grill cover set on blocks. This was an old Indian trick I learned from an old Indian. A windstorm a few days prior provided us with plenty of firewood. The fire started, we set to making a bed of coals to roast our chicken. Working together we constructed a rotisserie. All this activity made us hungry so a few hot dogs were roasted over the flames and eaten right off the stick. Delicious.
After a bit we decided the fire was ready. The chicken,it was a really wild one that took great skill to capture,was trussed up for roasting. Mark was in charge of cooking that bird ! It was carefully rotated to ensure even cooking. Later a coating of barbecue sauce was added.
Now doesn't that make your mouth water ? After having our dinner darkness began to set in. The chicken done we stoked the fire back up to roast some marshmallows. There is just something special about a fire in the darkness. The smell of the woodsmoke and the crackling of the flames give you that old time feeling. Strange considering I've never lived in the old times ( or have I ).
Our supply of firewood exhausted we decided to turn in for the night. Making sure the fire was extinguished into the tent we went. Lying in our sleeping bags we talked about the day. What a wonderful time we had. In the spring we will go camping again. Unless, well Mark does want to know if you can camp in the snow >
Grandpa hasn't told Mark about the Donner party yet so we'll see.

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