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The
Thunker
by Sarah Holdt
Ask me to go camping and what do I
think? I picture a tent and sleeping bags and
sitting around a campfire drinking hot
chocolate with a drizzle of peppermint
schnapps, gazing at the brilliant stars shimmering
against a black night sky. I imagine
hanging my food from a tree and spitting
toothpaste foam into a cup of water and
dumping that onto the fire so the minty
scent doesn't attract bears. I set up my dehydrator
so I can dry spaghetti sauce and
mushrooms for a camp stove dinner and
some apple slices for snacks, and then I get
the headlamp, the Thermarest, the candle
lantern and the long johns ready to go.
So when we were invited to go camping
last weekend I immediately planned for the
thrill and challenge and fulfillment of a onewith-nature,
roughing-it experience. The
other 11 couples had something entirely different
in mind.
We arrived at our reserved group campsite
at Cherry Creek State Park, found almost a
dozen RVs pulled up in a circle like a pioneer
wagon train, and pitched our tent in
the middle. The only other tent was already
up-twice the size of our two-person unit.
Fellow "campers" came over to help us put
up our humble abode, which took all of five
minutes, and then it was cocktail hour.
We made our way to the group pavilion.
Our kitchen had enough outlets for all the
crockpots, toasters and coffee makers to be
plugged in at the same time, the granite
countertops were laden with pot luck fare,
and the faucet provided hot water for washing
up. The bathrooms on the back side had
lights, flush toilets, and hand dryers. Our organizer,
we call her "Glady," had spread
tablecloths on each sturdy picnic table and
decorated them with pumpkins and floral
arrangements. We drank sophisticated
blended adult beverages (cucumber serrano
chili martinis) and ate gourmet appetizers
while we renewed friendships with the others
in the group. And they called this camping?
At least we all shivered as evening descended
into night, not just us slummers.
Around the campfire, the equal-opportunity
wood smoke didn't chase just the tentcampers,
so we all laughed at the obligatory
jokes about which way that smoke was
blowing. And then we retired to our softsided
accommodations while everyone else
(except the other tent couple) retreated to
the quiet warmth of their hard-shell motor
homes.
I should insert here that Mark and I backpacked
to Timber Lake on the other side of
the Park for our honeymoon 15 years ago.
Backpacking and camping were a way of life
for me in my single days. It's what I did for
entertainment. I love it now as much as I
loved it then. Mark, on the other hand,
didn't tell me at the time that sleeping upon
minimal cushion with his socks on and a
stocking cap on his head, his mummy bag
pulled tight around his face, makes him
achy and less than chipper. I have accused
him of tricking me into marrying him by
leading me to believe he loved this rugged
lifestyle. Now I know the truth: Mark likes
his creature comforts. A lot. (In case I've
misled, I'm still glad I married him. A lot.)
He was up with the sun and as a result,
was treated to a glorious sunrise. After witnessing
the watercolor sky and reveling
under the warming spray of his coin-operated
shower, his spirits had lifted. By then
the coffee was ready and the morning fire
had been stoked. It was going to be a perfect
day. Until the rain came down.
It rained and poured and showered and
drenched and once it started it never
ceased. We abandoned our tent and retreated
to civilization, hoping the forecast
was accurate and the precipitation would
let up. Several hours later we agreed it was
time to wave the white flag. We went back
to the castles-on-wheels campsite and
dashed into the center of the cul-de-sac to
collect our lawn chairs, cooler, toaster and
other miscellany and to take down the wet
tent (everything inside it was dry; it's a
good tent!).
Embarrassed that my youthful granola
conviction had turned soggy, I tried to
work quickly and get out of there before
detected. As I bobbed my head to shake
the rain off my hood, my cell phone rang.
Busted! Karla was calling to offer her help
and to let us know everyone understood
why we were conceding defeat. The phone
rang again. Would we like to watch football
with Bob and Joyce in their rig, where
it was warm and dry? The scene reminded
me of a very small town, with everyone
peeking out their windows, watching us
pack up and reporting to their campermates
what they were seeing.
"Looks like Mark and Sarah have given
up."
"Really? It's supposed to stop raining any
time now."
"Too bad they're leaving. They were going
to provide all the s'mores stuff for the
campfire tonight."
"Gosh, we'll miss the s'mores--uh--I
mean we'll miss them."
Wouldn'tcha know, up came the sun and
dried up all the rain half-an-hour after we
headed home. We heard that the rest of the
weekend at Cherry Creek State Park was
beautiful.
We had a terrific time camping with the
other half, half the weekend. As much as
our pals worked at convincing us to upsize
for future camping adventures, I hope we'll
continue to bunk in our little tent pitched
in the shadow of their moveable mansions.
All we need is a thick slab of foam for
Mark and a weekend without rain.
You may let The Thunker know what you
think at her e-mail address,
donoholdt@gmail.com.
EPES Fundraiser At MacDonalds Restaurant
The Estes Park Elementary
School PTO, in partnership
with McDonald's restaurant,
is hosting a Jr. Bobcat Night
on Tuesday, October 23, from
4to 8 p.m.
McDonald's will donate
20% on all sales generated
from the drive thru or inside
dinning. Proceeds from this
event will be used to purchase
iPads for elementary
school students. The community
is invited to participate
in this fundraiser.
Thank you for supporting
the Estes Park Elementary
PTO.
Friday, October 19, 2012
LONIGANS
Special
WEEKEND
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DJ-DANCE Night
KARAOKE Night
with Bard Griffin
Special Guest DJ & KJ Host
CASH PRIZES
for best costumes
BOTH NIGHTS
and a Special
SCARYOKE Night
on
with Special KJ Host Justin D
Witches Brew Shots for a $1.00