The redhead and I headed out of town for our first weekend camping trip. This former boy scout was pleasantly surprised at the wife's willingness to brave the outdoors for 48 hours, given that her idea of "roughing it" involves campgrounds such as the Hilton or the Marriott. Of course, this was camping in Southern California, meaning that the only dangerous animals spotted were the two jaguars that cruised into the campground on four wheels and the afternoon of hiking was scrapped for a drive to a nearby vineyard for some wine tasting. In similar fashion, the Saturday night of card playing around the campfire turned into an outing to Starbucks, convieniently located just five minutes away from the wilderness.
At any rate, the weekend was a blast and the menacing rain clouds hanging overhead didn't amount to much. Though my bride claims to be quite delicate and not the camping type, she scored major points in my book with the creative way she faced many of the challenges of camping. She never ceases to amaze me.
(For those of you interested in reading about relationship challenge #1, you'll find that located here.)