A Very Not (Crappy D)ay

Lest you be fooled by my last post, I do actually realize how very non-rustic my camping actually is.

Waking up, my phone is dead, so I've got Crappy D to take over for the rest of the weekend. We make breakfast, which involves bacon and pancakes. I insist on cooking my pancakes in the bacon fat on the fire-griddle, as it was intended to be.

I'm standing by our tent in the first picture, and you can see how many coolers of grub there are allocated to this trip. This is actually a big cut-back from last year, where we literally just ate ourselves into a constant stupor.

It's a little chilly when we wake up, but a few hours later it's turning into a beautiful day.