First camping trip

Our first camping trip was a total blast. It rained a bunch and got kind of cold but everyone still had a blast. Beaker made sure he got as muddy as possible and ate pin cones for desert. 

We got Beaker a long leash, and he got tangled up between trees and rocks at every turn. He would bark every time he is stuck so we know to go untangle him. I got no reading done at all. 

We kept the fire going during the rain, I had a blast gathering wood to keep the fire going. 

sleep inducing book

salt fare north sea

Roll on, roll off
With these words I drown
Topmast secured
Hatches battened down

Sometimes I think
It must be different on land
But from the mast I can only see tyrants
Still in command

I’m wasting time
That I can’t afford
I know I’d die on the gallows
Before I’d die of being bored

Drifting along, drifting along