Sunday, April 22, 2012
Summer time is finally here... maybe
This Weekend has been absolutely beautiful! It was in the high 70's on Saturday and 80's on Sunday! It was such a welcomed change from the rainy cloudy weather that is Portland. So in light of the new warm weather, Mack and I decided to go on a hike! One of my friends had told me about some great hikes around all the awesome waterfalls so we drove over to Multnomah Falls (about 30 minutes out of Portland) and found that everyone else in Oregon had the same idea... The parking lot was completely full! We had to drive around about 3 times before someone left and we got a spot. Then we walked up to the falls, and started our hike. I knew right off that the entire hike would total about 6 miles, but I didn't realize that it would mostly be UP HILL!! By the first quarter mile I was beat. There were tons of people and I was not a happy camper. But after about the 6th pregnant woman passed me on the trial, I decided I better pick up the pace. So after the first 2 miles it evened out a bit and we were able to spend some time in a less crowded area with beautiful falls. After a little break it was back to up-hill hiking. The views were absolutely beautiful and it was really nice to be out of the city and in nature for a while. The down hill part-- which seemed much less than the up-hill-- was much quicker, but by the end of it Mack and I were both beat. We went straight to Wendy's for cheeseburgers to regain our strength.
Sunday was another beautiful day, and though I had to work for some of it, we were able to bring a blanket outside and soak up some much needed vitamin D. Cooper was able to come outside with us, and he had a lot of fun chasing flies and assorted bugs. At one point a squirrel even came within a foot of him, and Cooper got to chase him around the yard. Overall it was a great weekend. Monday is supposed to be nice weather as well, but then rain is supposed to be back this week. Oh Portland...
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Our not-so-bright-idea to go camping... on the Oregon Coast... in March
So I know that this trip happened a while ago-- the second week of March to be exact-- but it took a lot of contemplating the adventure before I knew how to write about it, or even if I wanted to write about it at all. After thinking things through, I decided it was best to look at the experience not as dreadful, or a disaster, but to look at it as a tragic comedy; and only then, was I able to come to terms with what happened.
So to lay out the trip a little for you, It was Mack's spring break from school, and he, along with all his guy friends decided there was not better of an idea than to go camping on the beach. They ran the idea past me, and I, loving the beach, was all for it.
Now there are a few red flags that pop up even before we left for this trip that should have made us stop and think, but being the beach-loving college kids that we are, we ignored them. My first red flag was when I asked the boys what I needed to do to plan, they replied "Katie, you do some much for us, with the Thanksgiving dinner and treats every Friday, that this one is on us. All you need to do is relax and show up, we will do the rest." Now all of you who know me, know that when someone tells me to 'relax' I get more stressed than if I was doing all the work on my own. But, nonetheless, I appreciated the thought and decided to stay out of it. I mean how bad could it be, right?
Our plan was to leave Saturday morning at 7 AM-- way to early for college students, but we were excited to get to the beach. So Mack and I wake up early, get ready, pack the car, say goodbye to Cooper (tearfully on my part), and head over to the dorms to meet the rest of the crew. We get there at 7:05, knowing they would be running late, and see half of our 15 total in the lobby, which was more than I expected. Then we find out that the other 7 are just getting out of bed, because at 3 in the morning, the dorm fire alarm went off, and they had to stand outside for an hour before being let back in. *Red flag #2
After stopping for coffee and a snack, we got on the road and headed for the coast, driving in pouring rain the whole way. *Red flag #3. Fighting my urge, and losing, I called Jordan, the head of the dorm gang, and asked what he thought about the weather, "We're an hour away from the Coast, Kate! It will clear up, relax and enjoy the drive." Ugh, relax... ok... right...
But turns out, Jordan was right, once we got to our destination, South Beach State Park, in Newport, Oregon it wasn't raining, and the sun was trying to peak out of the grey overcast. So, we started unloading the cars, 5 tents, food, beer, and clothes. Then I hear an "uh-oh". I was scared to ask, but I knew someone would, turns out, they forgot the tarps, hotdog buns, and s'more stuff back at the dorms, but remembered the beer, of course. So, half the group packs back up and heads out to a near by walmart to buy our missing materials while the rest of us set up tents and flip them upside down so they don't get damp from the wet grass.
Once the other half of the group got back, we finished setting up the tents, with tarps underneath and headed for the beach. We had a good hour on the beach walking on the sand and basking in the sun that would peak out of the clouds every so often. A couple of the boys were even brave enough to go swimming, no thank you. As we started getting hungry, we decided to head back to the site and build our fire for dinner. "uh-oh". We forgot firewood and sticks for roasting hotdogs and marshmallows... This time I volunteer to go to the store to get out of the wind that was starting to pick up.
After another run to the store, and the boys' hour argument about how to start the fire-- teepee style, cabin style and how much lighter fluid to use, we finally got a nice fire going. Just in time for the rain. And when I say rain, I mean might-as-well-jump-in-a-pool-you'd-probably-stay-drier, rain. It was a mess. We cooked our hotdogs, and by then we were all soaked. So the boys, being engineering students, climbed the trees around the fire and tied our extra tarp above us to try to keep us dry. And by try, it failed, we were soaked.
Finally, we were all sick enough of getting soaked, that we decided to put our jammies on and climb into the big tent to pay cards. When Mack and I went into our tent to change, we stepped into a lake. About an inch and a half of water covering the floor of our tent, seeping into our sleeping bags, clothes, pillows, everything! Upon announcing this to the group, we discovered three of our four tents had turned into lakes because of the downpour. Taking another 6 sleeping bags, pillows and more clothes.
So, we were left with one tent for 15 people, about 12 sleeping bags, and a bunch of wet clothes. After making plans for some people to sleep in cars to stay dry, someone checked the time and realized it was only 9:00 PM. 9:00 and we were all going to bed! I wasn't having that, and the last thing I wanted to do was sleep in a wet sleeping bag, on the cold hard ground, so Mack and I packed up, and drove home that night! We got home around midnight, I took a hot shower and climbed into my warm comfy bed.
Needless to say, I never want to go camping on the beach again, unless it's July.
So to lay out the trip a little for you, It was Mack's spring break from school, and he, along with all his guy friends decided there was not better of an idea than to go camping on the beach. They ran the idea past me, and I, loving the beach, was all for it.
Now there are a few red flags that pop up even before we left for this trip that should have made us stop and think, but being the beach-loving college kids that we are, we ignored them. My first red flag was when I asked the boys what I needed to do to plan, they replied "Katie, you do some much for us, with the Thanksgiving dinner and treats every Friday, that this one is on us. All you need to do is relax and show up, we will do the rest." Now all of you who know me, know that when someone tells me to 'relax' I get more stressed than if I was doing all the work on my own. But, nonetheless, I appreciated the thought and decided to stay out of it. I mean how bad could it be, right?
Our plan was to leave Saturday morning at 7 AM-- way to early for college students, but we were excited to get to the beach. So Mack and I wake up early, get ready, pack the car, say goodbye to Cooper (tearfully on my part), and head over to the dorms to meet the rest of the crew. We get there at 7:05, knowing they would be running late, and see half of our 15 total in the lobby, which was more than I expected. Then we find out that the other 7 are just getting out of bed, because at 3 in the morning, the dorm fire alarm went off, and they had to stand outside for an hour before being let back in. *Red flag #2
After stopping for coffee and a snack, we got on the road and headed for the coast, driving in pouring rain the whole way. *Red flag #3. Fighting my urge, and losing, I called Jordan, the head of the dorm gang, and asked what he thought about the weather, "We're an hour away from the Coast, Kate! It will clear up, relax and enjoy the drive." Ugh, relax... ok... right...
But turns out, Jordan was right, once we got to our destination, South Beach State Park, in Newport, Oregon it wasn't raining, and the sun was trying to peak out of the grey overcast. So, we started unloading the cars, 5 tents, food, beer, and clothes. Then I hear an "uh-oh". I was scared to ask, but I knew someone would, turns out, they forgot the tarps, hotdog buns, and s'more stuff back at the dorms, but remembered the beer, of course. So, half the group packs back up and heads out to a near by walmart to buy our missing materials while the rest of us set up tents and flip them upside down so they don't get damp from the wet grass.
Once the other half of the group got back, we finished setting up the tents, with tarps underneath and headed for the beach. We had a good hour on the beach walking on the sand and basking in the sun that would peak out of the clouds every so often. A couple of the boys were even brave enough to go swimming, no thank you. As we started getting hungry, we decided to head back to the site and build our fire for dinner. "uh-oh". We forgot firewood and sticks for roasting hotdogs and marshmallows... This time I volunteer to go to the store to get out of the wind that was starting to pick up.
After another run to the store, and the boys' hour argument about how to start the fire-- teepee style, cabin style and how much lighter fluid to use, we finally got a nice fire going. Just in time for the rain. And when I say rain, I mean might-as-well-jump-in-a-pool-you'd-probably-stay-drier, rain. It was a mess. We cooked our hotdogs, and by then we were all soaked. So the boys, being engineering students, climbed the trees around the fire and tied our extra tarp above us to try to keep us dry. And by try, it failed, we were soaked.
Finally, we were all sick enough of getting soaked, that we decided to put our jammies on and climb into the big tent to pay cards. When Mack and I went into our tent to change, we stepped into a lake. About an inch and a half of water covering the floor of our tent, seeping into our sleeping bags, clothes, pillows, everything! Upon announcing this to the group, we discovered three of our four tents had turned into lakes because of the downpour. Taking another 6 sleeping bags, pillows and more clothes.
So, we were left with one tent for 15 people, about 12 sleeping bags, and a bunch of wet clothes. After making plans for some people to sleep in cars to stay dry, someone checked the time and realized it was only 9:00 PM. 9:00 and we were all going to bed! I wasn't having that, and the last thing I wanted to do was sleep in a wet sleeping bag, on the cold hard ground, so Mack and I packed up, and drove home that night! We got home around midnight, I took a hot shower and climbed into my warm comfy bed.
Needless to say, I never want to go camping on the beach again, unless it's July.
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