“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” —John Muir
When we lived in Boston and had access to the most fabulous public transportation system (if my loyalties to the MBTA went unswayed in the midst of horrible delays and cancellations during last year’s treacherous winter, I think it is fair to count myself as one of this transit system’s greatest enthusiasts), C and I didn’t have a car. I loved everything about not having a car — the financial savings, the absence of stress about traffic and parking, not having to worry about having a designated driver when we went out — and it was with a somewhat heavy heart that I realized we would need to buy a vehicle when we moved to Rhode Island.
The thought that saved me from being completely sad about my transportation transition was the fact that our world would be opened to all kinds of New England exploration, and in particular, outdoor adventures. I grew up camping and hiking and I couldn’t wait to check out local trails and state parks that we couldn’t access by train or bus.
I was especially excited to have a go at car camping (and by car camping, I mean camping in a tent at a site that you can reach by road and car). My recent camping experiences have been backpacking in the Sierra Nevada mountain range of southern California, and while the Sierras feel like a spiritual home to me, and a week spent with family and friends hiking is unbeatable, there is something so uniquely fun about car camping. For anyone who has hiked for a week and subsisted on water that you personally filtered and food that can be cooked over a camp stove, you will get what I mean when I say that car camping, and the coolers and bagged ice that it allows, is luxurious. Whipped cream on my hot chocolate. Need I say more?
Here are some pictures from our weekend of camping at Burlingame State Park. The park was gorgeous and well-kept, and we will definitely be going back.
I was pretty pleased with our tent set up. It was actually the first time I assembled a tent without the help of my Dad, and I was glad that I could figure out how to do it. I was also pretty pleased with my pre-camp-snack-pick-up: an apple cider donut and coffee from Honey Dew Donuts. Did I mention that I love car camping?
Admittedly, our dinner was a bit of a fail. We tried to roast hotdogs on sticks but the sticks ended up burning and so the hotdogs kept falling into the fire. We lost a few hotdogs and then the ones we ended up salvaging were a tad bit sooty. It made our successful breakfast efforts — pancakes and pour over coffee — all the better!