Today is our final day here in the Sierras. Tomorrow we’ll be breaking down camp, and making our way home. I have just woken up from a nap, which is another unusual thing that’s happened to me during this trip. It would appear that I’m suffering mildly from a mystical malady known as sympathy pregnancy. I’m not sure how such a thing is supposed to be in a world of logic and science, yet I continually exhibit symptoms of what my wife is going through without actually being ill or pregnant myself. Over the last couple of days, I’ve learned the joys of nausea for the sake of nausea, and unusual fatigue, as well as a couple of other symptoms I find inappropriate to mention in this public forum.
After last night’s post, we had an amazing dinner of country fried potatoes, corn on the cob, and fresh grilled salmon. Jeff, the fish that I caught yesterday, avoided the fire and was not consumed due to family wide fatigue. Our day on the lake was enjoyable, and quite taxing at the end. He is sitting safely in the ice chest, however, and will likely be absorbed into our digestive systems later this evening. Dad and I decided that we wanted to re-live an old family tradition, and cook a large piece of meat in the ground. Our uneaten tri-tip was immediately thawed and volunteered, and Nell, Dad, Mom, and myself remained awake late into the night to ensure that enough coals could be made to facilitate our lunch for the following day. Sadly, neither dad or myself had the foresight to bring a long handled shovel, and our ability to withstand high heat at close range was tested, as we dug a hole in the middle of our fire pit with a short handled military shovel. We prevailed with minimal self injury.
Once again Danelle woke up before me. Well, technically, I woke up before her this morning, at 5:30am, but after a half hour of wandering around the campground I went back to sleep. Then she woke up before I did. She got up so much earlier than me, that she actually went into town to run some errands. Above is a picture of the breakfast she enjoyed while I was still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I enjoyed a breakfast of my own while she was gone, consisting of Captain Crunch Berries, two eggs, three strips of bacon, and 1.5 biscuits. It was glorious. After that Nell went down for another baby demanded nap, and I set my mind to do some reading. Mom, dad, and Amanda headed up to Huntington Lake to check out the accommodations there, as they heard they were more favorable than our camp. It turned out to be only partially true, with the amenities actually being less than what we have here.
During their excursion to the other lake, I passed out on the couch in the trailer. Needless to say, I’ll probably sleep like a baby tonight regardless. Danelle and I just returned from a run into town for additional supplies for our late lunch: onion, mac and cheese, bread, and danishes. Breakfast of champions those danishes. Her and mom are now getting ready to make some cabbage as well. The roast came out quite well, and we’re looking forward to attacking it once the sides have completed. This will be my final entry for our trip, and tomorrow may or may not include photos from Facebook. We shall see. It was a great vacation, and possibly the last of this kind for a couple of years. Our little one will only be four months old next year after all. Hope you’ve enjoyed these posts as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. See you all when we get home.