What happened after we set up camp? We ate, of course. Maybe some hot dogs or jerky or something?
What's dinner without drinks?
See because Raj bought me Let's Get Primitive: The Urban Girl's Guide to Camping in preparation for the trip. The weekend thus included a lot of "Heather says..." Before we left though, I told him about how Heather recommends taking a bottle of wine or some liquor, specifically whiskey or tequila. Raj opted for tequila, which we put in a Gatorade bottle for ease of transport. I set up the bar.
I asked Raj when we started roasting marshmallows about whether he was a lightly toasted or set it on fire kind of marshmallow roaster. Lightly toasted, he told me. Then he set his marshmallow on fire. In the course of putting it out, he flung melted marshmallow all over his pant leg. I suspect the tequila may have played into the hilarity of this scene. Then again, I laughed a whole lot again the next morning when I watched him try to scrape the dried marshmallow goo off his pants with his pocket knife. Just like the pioneers probably did.
Somewhere in the middle of that, Raj taught me to build a fire. Which made possible our debate the following morning about who needed to go outside and get a fire going for the purpose of there being coffee AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Eventually, we both left the tent and there was more oatmeal (with leftover graham crackers!) and coffee. Raj put a leftover marshmallow in his hot chocolate, so I went ahead and put one in my coffee too. It wasn't bad. Given that it was in instant coffee with powdered milk, I'd say it has real promise in a better coffee scenario.
Then we hiked some more. We saw some more people on horseback. I'd been happy to see the horses the day before. That way whenever I saw large poop on the trail, I could tell myself "horse not bear, horse not bear..." Thanks, horseback riders, for my quite possibly misguided peace of mind!
Bears or no, we made it back to the car. On the ride back, Raj drove while I made tiny cracker cheese salami sandwiches for us both. Then he remembered about the leftover dark chocolate and we took care of that. And then maybe we stopped at an orchard in hope of finding apple cider donuts. Alas, no, but we settled for fresh apple turnovers and apple danish.
I didn't get on a scale before and after, but it is quite possible that I hiked ten miles up and down a mountain last weekend and gained weight out of the experience.