Vacation Part Two ~ Scamps!

Back in the white thing they ride around in!
YAY ~ MY FAVORITE THING!
Really, it is.
Remember my bed was in the back seat and I can nap.
For. Hours.
And. Hours.
Just where the hell were they taking me anyway?

A Scamp party!

Or Seligman, Arizona during their annual Fun Run.
Eh, whatever.
I was with them and they were feeding me, petting me and letting me nap when ever I wanted.
Life was good!

Three Scamps!
And a Casita!
SCAMPS!
LIKE MY TRAILER!
OH BOY!
MY FAVORITE THING!

I even got to poke my nose into one.
And sniff.
OH BOY!
I LOVE TO SNIFF!

And all these old cars and trailers!
And all the people pet me!
And told me I was a pretty girl!
MY FAVORITE THING!

And we had BBQ.
And I slept on their feet.
And they let me...
And they pet me.
And they gave me treats.
TREATS!
MY FAVORITE THING!

And then we went in the white thing they ride around in and saw "Route 66 Kitsch".

Whatever that is.
My humans liked the "kitsch".
In fact I had to stand behave oustside of kitsch stores so they could buy some kitsch.
I got a purple Route 66 kitschy bandana. 
Or so they told me it was purple. 
Can't tell...

And lots of things they ride around in!
Lots and lots of them!
I wanted to climb in ALL of them!
And go for a ride!
A RIDE!
OH BOY!
MY FAVORITE THING!

Only not in this car...
I think it was sick.

Vacation Part 1 ~ From Another Perspective

Road trip!
OH BOY!
My favorite thing!
OH BOY!
My bed was in the back seat of that white thing they ride around in.
My bed!
OH BOY!
My favorite thing!
And behind the white thing they ride around in was "THE TRAILER"!
MY FAVORITE THING!
Ok, I know I don't really look at that excited to be in "the trailer", but I love, love, LOVE "the trailer".
My humans can't be out of my sight.
Or more than 5' away from me.
I love it.

My humans seemed to be quite happy too, yakking in the front of that white thing we ride around in about 11 days, Arizona, camping, friends, Lucy, Maya and and blah, blah, blah until I took my 14th nap of the day.
Nap!
MY FAVORITE THING!

Then they got hamburgers.
OH BOY!
And gave me those long cream colored greasy salty things.
MY FAVORITE THING!

Oh boy, this was so much fun!

Then we parked in the desert and got to sit in front of "the trailer" and take another nap.
Well, I took a nap, they had wine and beer.
Two things that are not my favorite things.

And then, BEDTIME!
MY FAVORITE THING!
Especially in "the trailer", because the human's bed is really small and I don't really have a bed so I sleep on their feet and they wake up a lot and when they wake up a lot, I hear my name a lot.
And sometimes at night they pet me.
Pets!!
MY FAVORITE THING!
Or maybe it's more of a push...
Eh, whatever the humans touch me.
All good.

And the next day?
Breakfast!
A walk!
A long walk!
OH BOY!!

And the mama human took these pictures.

I like this one because I am in it.
Even if it was in a bathtub.
Bathtubs...
Eh, not my favorite thing at all.

But ok, because the daddy human was touching me.

Touching me!
OH BOY!

MY FAVORITE THING!

And this one with my mama human.

Even if I was on that leash thing and she wasn't touching me.

And this one for Uncle Stan.

Uncle Stan is a blacksmith.
Whatever that is...

And our campsite!
CAMPING!
MY FAVORITE THING!

OH BOY!

Someday I'll post...

Really.
Someday I will get caught up on our daily boring non-cruising life back in the good-ole USA.
Someday I'll put a few sunset pics up.
Or dog pics.
Or tell you what we have been up to.
Something about camera not liking my discs and internet being slow that just sends me away from the computer and over to a knitting project...

On a sad note, everyone in the West Coast cruising community has heard of our weather guru Don Anderson's passing.  I don't even know where to begin on a nice memorial post about Don. 
We were honored to have him come to our going away party (for the second time we went cruising).
I was honored to have met him.
We will be honored to take our boat out this Sunday morning to participate in the scattering of his ashes flotilla.

On another sad note, a good friend's mom passed away the same weekend as Don.
We were waiting for "number 3" and figured it must have been Dick Clark.

On a good note ~ Vacation soon!

So maybe after the second memorial in a week.
Maybe after I fight with the camera.
Maybe after vacation...

Aaaaaagggggghhhhh.

Everything is breaking...
Or just not working.
Well, I am working.
Jim is working.
But it seems like everything else either want to take a giant cr... or go on permanent vacation.
The permanent vacation thing I get.

So birthday camping pics stuck on the disc.
New computer doesn't like the software that came with the camera.
It's a complete pita to load onto the ancient laptop, put on a stick and then load into this computer.

Scanned something and blogger doesn't like pdf's...
So aaaagggghhhhh.

Lost and Found Foster Park Pics

Jim rescued the frozen formatted disc pics by using his old laptop.

I knew there was a reason to keep that thing around... excellent backup.

Here we they are dragging firewood back down from Stickerville.

I was behind not dragging wood protecting the dog from more stickers.

Here are cool seed pod things in the trees.

I thought they were beautiful...

Here is the question of the day:
How many Campers does it take to fix a license plate?

Answer:
More than it should.
Or maybe Dave doesn't count...
He is, after just sitting there.

Here is the dog deciding if she is going to share the bed with us.
Or share the trailer for that matter...

She was a sleepy dog...

All that effort is takes for a dog to camp and all.


Here is a view of the main part of our campsite from the lower end of the bocci ball field.
Our trailer set precariously on a little ledge above this as well.
Not going to be a spot we will aim for next time...

Here we are amazed at the fact Lourdes and I had on the exact same boots.
Well, not the exact same, or we'd never fit all four of our feet in them, but you get the idea.

We did not however have on the same pants.
I waitned until later to put my pajamas on...

Ah ha!
Here is why Lexie was so tuckered out...

Hey!
It's hard work to eat gooey peanut butter out of an upside down black rubber Michelin Man.

Scamping Trip Two

Yay for three day weekends and a husband who is self-employed.
Means he can take the trailer up to a local campground on Friday, return and we can go back up that evening.
Last weekend we went a whopping 10 miles up the 33 to Foster Park.
Works for me.

Unfortunately my Canon ate my disc... or unformatted it, so the few pictures I took are stuck on the disc for now.

I did take two whole pictures on my iphone.
One to prove we have class.
We don't drink our Port out of plastic:

And two to show our dog loves camping.
She was the last to leave the campground...

Dave, Cherryl, Mark and Kathy joined us for overnights.
No, not all sleeping in the Scamp!
Jim A., Dorothy, John, Lourdes and a few others came for a visit.

We ate good.
BBQ chicken.
Tri Tip.
Giant egg and bacon breakfasts.
S'mores.
Hot fudge sundaes.
Yes, hot fudge sundaes.

We hiked.
Got stickers in the dog's feet.
Jim carried the dog out of stickerville.
Played bocci ball in the rough.
And I mean rough ~ using picnic tables, trees, rocks and bushes as obstacles.
The other obstacle was carrying a beer and having a dog tied around your waste.

We drove up to Wheeler's Gorge to assess for future camping.
Hit a camping store in Ojai.
Managed to get out of there without spending a dime.
Ate and drank some more.
And started to figure out how to Scamp.

Caught Up!

Yep ~ just crammed three months into three posts.

Camping in the Scamp at The Rincon!

Hanging with the big boys!

We so don't fit in...

Through facebook, I found out that two high school friends were going to be there too.
We ended up parking in the space behind one, and three spaces from the other.

SO. Much. Fun.

Such a beautiful beach!

Dog was in dog sand wet heaven.

I think she likes camping...

Nothing like being wet, tired, sandy and then you get to lay in the sun!

Nah, she wasn't happy.