Campy Post

Saturday, on a whim, we threw everything in the car and camped for a night about an hour away. We found a really quiet campsite and enjoyed being out in the woodsy, cool, campfire air. Since we keep our camping gear fairly organized, it only took us about 40 minutes and a trip to the grocery store to get us on our way. In the morning we dragged our campy, smoke-smelly selves into Brandywine and had breakfast. It was a very nice retreat.

For bonus points, I grew an huge, triumphant ZIT on my chin! Probably one of the top five, ever! Oh ya, I'm feelin' real purdy.

We chased down a Phantom Campground, which was also exhilarating. We have a gazetteer map that has all the roads in the state and it shows where campgrounds and boat docks and things like that should be. We arrived at Deep Lake, looked around, and decided we'd keep one site in mind to come back to it if this other campground we wanted to check out wasn't better. Apparently, the map indications of campgrounds aren't always accurate. We drove half an hour into the boonies away from the camp we already were at, just to find that the campground we were looking for didn't exist. heh. So we drove all the way back and the site we originally had in mind was still open. On our wild goose chase, we did spot a probable Sand Hill Crane and a Do Not Excavate Buried Fabric sign. (huh??)

So, if you're ever looking for a campground at Head Lake in Mighigan - don't bother. It's not there.