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Camping again this weekend.  In fact, it was ‘boondocking’ this time.  Which means no electricity no water no toilets just nature and ‘all those people around you’—cause yes, this time not only we step outside from what we usually do, but we also camped with many other families we had never met before. Our daughter invited us camping, and because we thought it was going to be just us and the family, we agreed, but when we got all the way of the tallest mountains after many hours driving and saw that many people, children and dogs, we could hardly believe it!  —how come nobody told us it was going to be this?  We were not told; in case we would say ‘no’.

 

And what a beautiful place this was up in some mountain range lost in nature with the wild river running below, wild and free.  It gets very cold up here, but our gypsy camper is very nicely insulated and we sleep well, and had our breakfast early that morning in the warm cozy gypsy kitchen and dining room.  The earth was steaming early this morning as sun kissed wet grasses and warmed the earth. 

We went down to the river to explore and then everyone followed.  We discovered a cave in the rock in that place where the river divided in two and made an island in the center. In a certain spot, I found a bunch of bird feathers—big black feathers and I brought with me a special magical feather to write my magical books with. I explained to the children that there must had been a strong fight against two birds up there, and I was wondering if perhaps they had been eagles.  They suggested it must had been an ostrich fight for sure, because the feather was so big.  And they were right.  It must had been an ostrich fight of sorts, after all children are always right.

 

  

 

  

 

  

When we came back the Fisherman and I sat down in a sunshiny spot and we read for a few hours while everyone else employed themselves in doing whatever they wanted. 

The children came back to me and I played with them, and we went down to the stony part of the trail and looked for shapes in the stones.  I found a greenish witch’s nose and later a rusty heart.  The kids took me down to where they said the tiger’s blood was, which it was no other than a little puddle of mud, but it really was tiger’s blood and then we pretended a bear was following us and we run back up the hill to the safety of our camp. 

In our campsite we found some big, bear prints, which it really was no other than larger deeps where water had hit harder, but it was such fun imagining, with little children following me everywhere. There were about 8 dogs in total among all the family, and some of the kids rode their own motorcycles and racers up and down the hills. 

For lunch Lissy asked if she could help me cook inside the gypsy trailer.  She already had the menu she wanted, and thus we made black beans, rice and quesadillas... it was a lot of dishes to wash after lunch, but the nice Fisherman did it all for me.

In the evening we sat by the fire and made up stories, scary and funny and super awesome stories, until it got really dark and everyone felt sleep...