The second, and final, installation of my camping entries. Just a recap: my husband and I went camping in Southern Utah over Veteran’s Day Weekend. We fished, kayaked, cooked food, drank beers, and that was about it. The area in which we camped did not have much else to do besides go 4-wheeling on the sand dunes around the reservoir area. I know what you’re thinking, What the flip was Grandma doing at the sand dunes? Okay, just me? Come on, Napoleon Dynamite people.
We do not have a 4-wheeler so we were treated to the sounds of dune buggies and ATVs at our campsite until about 1 AM on Saturday morning. Did I mention people were also setting off fireworks? Fireworks, ‘MERICA!
We also happened to grill steaks the first night we were there. By the way, they came out amazing. These steaks were seriously juicy and charred perfectly. Strange enough the Coleman camp stove my husband purchased works like a charm. Not only did we grill steaks, but also hamburgers, hot dogs, and we were able to boil water in about a minute for hot cocoa and coffee. Yes, we were really roughing it guys.
Eventually we gathered up all our things like the good campers we are and retired to our tent, which was being warmed thoroughly by an amazing heating contraption my husband purchased off of Amazon. We then proceeded to watch Aziz Anasari’s newest standup routine on Netflix and then drifted off to sleep. Next thing you know…
Seriously. Our campsite was like PartyTown USA until about 2 AM. ATVs going full blast over the sand dunes, people watching movies outside of their RVs on giant projection screens (I kid you not), and drinking/bantering in general. Then came the fireworks.
Eventually everything died down. I was sleeping, dreaming about cans. Yes, cans, being kicked around and crushed. It was odd. I opened my eyes and realized I was in the tent and I heard this sound… of cans. And so I came to the realization that we forgot to throw our garbage away in the dumpster and just outside our little tent a coyote was digging through our trash. You know, like your dog does, except wild, coyote, not-at-all a dog, digging through our trash.
Camping pics below…
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