plonq | Camping

In about an hour we will be heading out the door to do some overnight camping with tent, sleeping bags, uncomfortable foam mats and all of the other indignities one associates with roughing it.

We are taking pointy sticks, marshmallows, chips and we will be stopping for wieners and buns on our way out of town. I am looking forward to it, though I would probably be more enthusiastsic if I had not eaten a large helping of very hot Mongolian stir-fry last night, which as been burning its way through my system like a magma train of pain. Ah well - these camping trips are supposed to be mildly uncomfortable, so we'll see how it goes.

I think it has been better than thirty years since I last slept in a tent. Jeez, just saying that makes me feel old. =(

I caught a nice shot of a little (well, maybe not so little based on its size compared to the trees around it) ice cave on the road between Banff and Jasper.

I would have loved to go and explore it, but it was a long hike away, potentially dangerous, nobody else wanted to go, and there was an ice-laden lake of watery death between it and us.

Still, would have been totally awesome to explore.