Third time’s a charm, dontcha know.
They had started to wear on me—those twice-failed attempts at completing this assignment—because the underlying concept was just so simple:
- Go somewhere with trees.
- Set up a tent.
- Have long sticks for roasting stuff.
- Fall asleep under copious, copious stars.
Then there was rain that first time.
And then there was trick rain (and lots of soul searching) that second time.
But finally, there was this time. And this time was great. It was also, in many ways, not so great. (In a way, that was great, too.)
I think the best thing to do then is throw down some photos of the truly great parts, and wait until tomorrow to explain the uglier side of the trip. (Updated 9/7 – Part II)
Part I – The Good
We set up camp on a private campground just outside Mohican State Park in Loudonville, OH, about 1 1/2 hours Northeast of Columbus. It promised all the amenities: canoeing, fishing, hiking, hot showers. If you think that last one is cheating on the whole wilderness experience, it’s not. Because I say so.
Columbus = Point A; Mohican State Park = Point B
We didn’t spend much time at camp. (I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow.) Instead, we spent a lot of time exploring the area. We found trees, for instance. Trees by the millions.
We also saw things we didn’t expect to see up close. Like this:
And this:
And this:
It was too cold to canoe, so we decided to go fishing at this quiet little bend in the Mohican River.
The fish weren’t biting, so we caught a few leaves.
See? Good stuff. Great weekend. Little boys (and big boys, too) were made for camping.
Now, you can read Part II; there’s a real underbelly to the camping scene, and I think it would behoove you to know about it.
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