Whisky Girl disappoints...

Ok, I'll try to fill in some details on the camping trip.

WG and I decided, fairly last minute, to go camping. We leave around 5pm, still uncertain which campground to grace with our presence. So we must explore our options before it gets too dark. We head up to Sarah's Creek campground and the map we have of it is not complete in our opinion and according to rumors heard there was more offered at this site, so we seek out the validity of these rumors. We head up a Forest Service road in my Rodeo with the back loaded up with two 80lb+ dogs and all our camping gear. We ford a stream a couple times while still encountering campsites. This is where we encountered the scary mountain men camping way back in the woods. None of these were worthy of our purpose this trip so we continued on.

This is when we went off the map. There is probably a good reason why the road was not on the map...it should not have been driven, however my Rodeo handled it without even a hiccup. (Praise God for 4 wheel drive!) We were climbing inclines of more than a 60 degree angle with HUGE holes at least 7" deep to make the ride bumpy on a gravel "road" (if it dare be called a road.) We forded 3 more streams, bottomed out once, but no fear, I got skid plates. WG kept asking if I was sure I wanted to continue, but heck yeah, I was having me some fun! We did notice that a few times there the dogs looked a little worried about the two of us. ;)

So we notice dusk settling in, the headlights were actually being useful, so just before we forded the 6th stream we turned around. (Do the math, I got to drive through moving water 10 times!!) Since we decided not to camp here, we had to go check out the other campgrounds which put us arriving at the final destination next to a beautiful river well past dusk. WG and I got the dogs settled, set up camp, ate supper, made a fire, and drank some sissy wine coolers.

Next day we took it slow. I got both dogs into the river and tossed some tennis balls. That water was COLD! Even the dogs started shivering...eventually. It doesn't matter how cold or tired they are...if a ball is thrown, it MUST be retreived. I think they both slept for about two days after this trip.

Anyhow...this is the run down on the trip, WG, if you think of anything to add, feel free. Embelishments are welcome!