The weekend of May 23rd, Nathan and I ventured over to Victoria to look at a baby. Now, I must admit that I have not spent a lot of time around wee little ones, so I had low expectations to experience any of the following; sleep, adult conversations, sun tanning or any glimpse of a party at all. But, I was beyond impressed with this tiny little dude. My dearest friend, Christa and, husband of the year, Blake, just had a baby boy named Ryder and he was truly a delight to be around.
I left work early on the Friday to grab my Mother’s car, (Thanks Mom!) packed my camping gear in 5 min then headed to the Tsawwassen ferry dock. With music blaring and the car packed with camping adventure goodness, Mr. Litz and I were ready to rock for our weekend camping trip.
A couple moments of ‘I have no clue where we are’ and a quick rescue from Hayley, Blake and Christa, we arrive at Jordan River. The time? 9:30pm. The perfect time to set up a tent in the dark. A few wobbly pops later and we’re ready for action.
Christa and Blake are expert adventurers. They have everything your little heart would desire for a camping trip; including, a trailer. This thing was amazing! A magical $150 score. It was somewhat of a late night tipping a few back and shooting the shit while staring at the baby. Did I mention this baby was perfect?! With 5 old friends singing along to cheesy 90’s hiphop and a million flashing cameras not a peep out of little baby Ryder all night. He was like a cute sleeping center piece on the table.
My comfy soundless sleep passout was rudely awakened by the neighbors screaming children. Grr! A few wipes of the camping face and off to the outhouse inside trailer bathroom(!!) and I was ready to face the morning sun. Unfortunately, most of our morning was spent trying to find the perfect spot to suntan out of the freezing wind. But, alas, Captain Blake to the rescue and we relocate to a little sandy beach hidden from the wind. This turned out to be the best idea of all time and we spent a glorious day laying around drinking cider, taking pictures and soaking up the sun.
Enter Brock and Kaeli.
By the time we roll on back to the camp site the tent was in a little bit of trouble. I’m not a camping expert, but I’m pretty sure they aren’t supposed to be horizontal. Emergency camp site relocation!! We actually carry the bloody thing full of our stuff to another camp site.
We settle down, cook some grub and the sun sets.
Drink. Drink Drink. And the camp site turns into a dance party fully equip with a dance floor. A couple of tent stubbles, laughs so hard they hurt and tinkles in the trees and it was the greatest camping trip of all time.
Ahhh! Such a fun weekend.
~Josie