Electrified Camping Rhetoric

She said, “My right boot weighs five pounds more than my left boot.”

He said, “That’s a swell boot.”

She gave him “that” look.

He said, “Well, that’s what happens when you soak them in water.”

She sighed heavily and said, “I didn’t bring a change of shoes.”

He said, “Well, when we get back to camp you can just take your boot off and dry it out.”

She gave him “that” look again. “Right. I’ll just plug the hair drier into the nearest current bush and dry my boot with it.”

He said, “This conversation is so going in the blog.”

She said, “I don’t know honey, it’s a pretty old joke.”

He said, “Yeah, but your readers still might get a charge out of it.”

If All Goes As Planned

It is early Sunday morning — waaay early.  I am going to bed in just a few moments.  If all goes as planned, when I wake in the morning I will shower, we will toss the suitcases in the car, and head for the ferry.

It is time once again to trek off to Seaweed Camp.  Some of you have been with me long enough that you know all about Seaweed Camp.  It is a field trip to Botanical Beach (Juan de Fuca Provincial Park) in British Columbia.  We will be camping not too far from Port Renfrew.  The first time I went on this field trip I had a lovely time.  The second time I went it rained the entire time we were there — in fact we left early because a couple of the tents flooded and we had students with nowhere to sleep.  This time the weather pixies have cheerfully promised us rain, rain and more rain.  Oh joy.

This year, unlike last year, I own boots and a rubber coat.  Not only that, Amoeba and I will have our own tent (not borrowed) and our own car.  Even if it rains I should only be half as miserable as I was last year – -which will be a huge improvement.

See you Tuesday!

2009 — Seaweed Camp

As you can see, the camp looked much the same as it did two years ago.

Seaweed Camp, from a distance

Seaweed Camp, from a distance

Our Own Tent City

Our Own Tent City

The "Kitchen"

British Columbia is one of the most beautiful, green places I have ever been. To get that beautiful and green takes a lot of rain — and we were there for it!

Low Rain Clouds hang over the ocean and the mountains on the other side of the inlet.

A Seagull Flies Through the Clouds

Even the Canadian Geese are Cold. They stand here on one leg, conserving body heat.

Two years ago, the waders and rain gear were dried by spreading them on pieces of driftwood in the sun. This year, wet gear was suspended from the cooking awning, but dry was just a dream.

Dreaming of Dry

Dreaming of Dry

The fire struggled against the wet with little success.

If Not Watched Constantly, It Would Dwindle & Die

If Not Watched Constantly, It Would Dwindle & Die

Still, a little rain doesn’t stop our intrepid scientist:

Here he is studying a Sand Spider

And here he is studing a Botany Book beneath the kitchen awning.

And here he sits beneath the kitchen awning studying a Botany Book.

Mostly it was too wet for me to do any trail hiking or tide pool visiting. I did not have rain gear and my clothes soaked through quickly; which left me with no way to retain my body heat, so I much preferred staying dry. However, there were lulls in the rain and I did get to snap a few treasures.

A Dried Barnacle Husk, washed up on the beach.

A Dried Barnacle Husk, washed up on the beach.

A Tangle of Seaweed & Hawthorne Berries on the Shore.

A Tangle of Driftwood, Seaweed & Hawthorne Berries on the Shore.

Evidence of a Storm Past

Evidence of a Storm Past

Fire Weed

A Shell Full of Sand & Sea

Nature's Sculpture

And this post is more than too long, so we will save the most amazing moment of all for tomorrow’s post.