Fourth of July.
Boeing’s 100 Year Anniversary.
I work FT, code vigorously, study (and soon will be taking four classes on top of all this), and do my best to keep up with this photography project. I’ve been trying out different ways to manage my time better and I think I may have come up with a better way. I hate that this post was late for week 27, but it is what it is.
Leo loves popcorn. It’s probably his most favorite snack.
So while we were out camping and his radar went ablaze at the sight of cute little girls at the next campsite over, we couldn’t help but laugh as he shouted “Hey everybody! Y’want some of my popcorn?!!” about 25x.
Leo loves popcorn and he loves sharing them with cute girls.
We set out on a long awaited camping trip to a camp ground deep in the woods of Olympic National Park set between Forks and Port Angeles, WA. We had lost cell service more than 30 minutes of a drive away, but we were well prepared for every possible event imaginable.
All except the rain.
Well, we were well equipped for the rain but throw in complete darkness and the deafening sound of rain against the tent and the sound of animals scavenging our camp site (there was nothing to scavenge as we packed everything away but curiosity didn’t stop them), it becomes a perfect setting of a serial killer movie.
It was pouring rain the second night of our camping and what sounded like foot steps just outside my side of the tent terrified the living soul out of me. What it actually was, was the sound of big rain drops falling from the roof of the tent and onto the tarp to which the tent was sitting on. Oddly enough, the big droplets came in threes making it sound as if someone was just pacing back and forth on that side, or knocking on the tent as if to taunt me. Sure, that really isn’t terrifying in itself but our tent shook from an animal hitting against it as it ran past as well as audible thumps to which I’m sure was a bear. The biggest disadvantage for me was that I was deafened to my surroundings because of the rain and I couldn’t separate the sounds of animals from my crazy imagination from all the horror movies I’ve watched. I even told Ariel in my paranoid state to keep the lights off in case the shadows we cast against the tent gives the “serial killer” our position. He of course laughed and reassured me that I was overreacting, but he was armed and I felt safe knowing that.
I fell asleep that night with my hand against the tent feeling the big drops of water hitting against it, because having some sense of my surrounding gave me enough peace to trust that me and my family was safe.
I need to lay off horror films.