We went car camping again this weekend and this time we’re committed campers. You can tell because we bought our tent in advance instead of renting one.
We didn’t have anything to worry about because we brought our own little Clark Kent along with us, fighting for truth justice and the American way.
(OK that picture has nothing to do with our camping trip but it was too cute to ignore. At camp, Leo’s day camp, a couple weeks ago Leo had dress up day and there is no way Lucy would just let Leo dress up and not dress up herself).
Now back to camping. Here is how the day went. I got up and ran a half marathon on some trails in Castro Valley. When the race was over my family came and met me at the Lake Chabot marina. We would camp up in the hills at night.
The marina is nice park next to the lake where you can rent canoes and pontoons and have barbeques. Leo found some friends including a girl that he was pretty smitten with who he followed around and picked blackberries with. Caleb and I estimated her to be about 8 years old. She called Leo “macaroni and cheese boy”. This is conversation I overheard.
Leo: Why do you call me that? My name is Leo.
Older girl: Do you want me to call you macaroni and cheese or Leo?
But it didn’t last long because i soon heard her shouting out: “where’s Macaroni and Cheese?”
This girl gave us directions to see some turtles. Walk in that direction until you come to a tree on a grassy hill, at that point go the the lake and there will be turtles on a log. Being in a park of grassy hills with trees on them even though the directions were quite specific it was not obvious how to find the turtles. But we did. Here are Caleb and Lucy looking at them.
Our same camping buddies, Yvette, David, and Bea joined us as well over at our campground. Lake Chabot in Castro Valley gets some negative reviews on yelp as being too urban for camping. But if you are gonna camp 40 minutes from home it is pretty great. Some of the sites (not ours) have a beautiful view of the lake (which is really a reservoir) about 700 feet below. Our site was nestled in eucalyptus trees and was a fun place for the kids to play ball.
We took a hike down to the late and it was a stunning view. I had hoped to get some family pics with the lake in the background but the sun didn’t really work out. Here are the Hattons.
who do appear to be much more photogenic than my family.
Coming back up from our hike we saw a wild turkey in the campground. And then later when Yvette was reading the kids stories …
When a turkey wandered right through our site!
Turkey’s turn out to be the bears of Castro Valley, e.g. the pests that will eat all your food at night. Fortunately, you do not have to worry that a turkey will come and gobble up your child. In our case, a turkey, (at least we suspect it was a turkey), came and gobbled up Yvette’s picnic basket while we were sleeping at night.
The final part of this camping story is about the nighttime of us, now pro, campers.
We were walking around before bed and Caleb and I were looking around the campground and most sites had their rain fly’s on. We were wondering, “what’s wrong with those people, don’t they want to see the stars?” Then in the middle of the night Leo woke us up because he had to pee. And we heard raindrops. And it was raining. So who was laughing now?
So Caleb went to the car and got our rain fly and figured out how to put it on in the middle of the night. This was quite a feat.
But then when we woke up in the morning it appeared to not have rained at all! So who really knows what happened in the middle of the night that caused all this work and confusion. Mist?
We were all pretty tired by the time we got home. I would say tired and hungry because those words go together. But we were not as hungry as our pets who we had not fed as of yet. Here is Daisy eating her first mouse on our watch. Yum.