Karl and I spent Friday night going over what resulted in the July chapter - CAMPING! Below are 2 photos from the trip we took to the Laguna Seca Racetrack a few years ago. I still shudder to think about those Porta-Johns.
Even though it looks like I'm having a blast, do not be fooled by my mugging for the camera.
Here's how that section of the book opens:
"The campgrounds turned out to be a fire hazard of brown brush, clouds of perpetually settling dust, and a row of four tilted Porta-Johns that I knew, upon entering, would turn me into a Johnny Knoxville skit where I'd tumble end over end until I cam to a soggy landing, at which point the door would fly open and there I'd be, with my nylon pants around my knees, a camping spectacular for all to see."
So above, you can see the layout of our campsite. We are eating on someone's sleeping bag mat. Karl is the one with the knit cap on his head and I look like I'm enjoying the hell out of my veggie kabob. "Amy" is already drunk and being an idiot. The guy next to her is Karl's best friend Rob, who was so thrilled to be away from his wife and 3 toddlers for a long weekend, he would put up with anything that came his way. Including drunks.
I don't know where I got those goggles from. You can see how tightly the tents were packed together - and how, instead of RVs, people drove to the site on motorcycles. This thumbs up is all for show. I was not too happy with the outdoor life.
Stay tuned for more photos....next, comes evidence from cooking month!
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