I took off work early, grabbed TheDog, and the two of us headed up to the mountains.
I slowly took my little car up the last (hopefully) little hill. there's no way I should have been driving it on the dirt road. when I got up the hill and saw the other cars, I carefully pulled off to the side.
*note to self: get a Jeep, get some clearance
there was only one couple there and one guy, but already four tents set up. hmmm, that's a little weird, but whatever.
the site was nice, not too far from the road, but very secluded. definitely not one of the more picturesque places, but perfect for the weekend.
we settled in, and started cooking dinner. there's nothing better than fajitas grilled over a camp fire.
a few more people showed up to help us drink after dinner. and eventually everyone retired to their respective tents.
I settled in on my Thermarest, worried I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. the accident was only two months before, and I hadn't slept more than a few hours at a time since then.
the beginning of the summer had been terrible. I was determined to salvage a part of the remainder of the summer. starting with going on this camping trip with my friends.
what, morning already? I slept so soundly and comfortably. I decided to camp out on my bedroom floor when I got home.
after breakfast, TheDog and I took a little walk, as hiking was still out of the question.
later in the day even more people joined us, including some friends and their kids and OhThoseEyes. he was harassing me that my boyfriend wasn't man enough to go camping, yet he didn't have a flashlight, and brought only a granola bar to eat. I had a spare light and there was plenty of food.
but the harassment continued.
he gave me an incredibly hard time when I declined the offer of a four-wheeling excursion in one of the Jeeps. um, yeah, bouncing around on incredibly rough roads with this damaged back, that sounds like fun.
it wasn't until we were shooting off the fountains for the kids in the middle of the creek* that OTE's friend was talking to me and let it slip that if the boyfriend and I were on the rocks, that OTE might be interested.
that would explain lots of things. his pitching his tent too close to mine. all of the harassment. the drinking game imbalance.
but I thought I was happy with my situation, and told OTE's friend that.
when my friend who set up that trip asked if I wanted to go this year I was a little hesitant.
there were way too many people last year. the tent city was too much for me. I'm not a fan of huge group camping trips. I'd camp solo if I didn't think it was a little too unsafe.
she insisted it would be smaller. just the core group. OTE was planning to go.
well apparently his immature ways have not ceased. when he found out I was possibly going, he told her he wasn't sure if he could go, anymore.
seriously? I know I'm impossible to get over (uh huh). but we were friends long before the drunken kissing in my kitchen. must this silly game continue? can't things just go back to the way they were before the drunken kissing?
* to reduce fire danger, of course. we'll get wasted and light exploding things, but no way did we want to risk a forest fire.