A "Professional" Blogger, a Camping Trip, and a Sister With a Dream
It started out like any old camping trip. We repacked the car four times, argued over how many plastic forks to bring, and left an hour later than expected. Let it be known we survived just fine with the six plastic forks, two plastic spoons, and four plastic knives I packed, but I'm probably never being put on "try and fit only the necessities in the car" duty again. So, with our twelve towels and a car full of joy at the beauty of Tahoe, we rolled into our campsite. We learned bears are like large raccoons and I told my sister to stop spraying pretty-smelly things on herself now, or so help me I would feed her to the first bear that came knocking. Campsite thirty became our little home for the next few days.
The rain came, just as forecasted. We past the hours of the rainy afternoon by playing Rook in a tent and reading Dietrich Bonhoeffer's biography aloud (I read aloud while my sister fell asleep). It let up so we could cook tacos on our camp stove and make banana boats over the campfire. As soon as the last bit of chocolate was licked from the plastic forks, the rain came again.
It rained through the night, the droplets smacking the tent and startling me awake at midnight. We awoke to the sun rising in the sky, the trees stretching their branches toward the warms rays breaking through the few stray clouds. Breakfast was protein pancakes, bacon, and of course, coffee. Breakfast makes me so happy, especially when it includes pancakes with peanut butter. We sat in our camp chairs eating, where I proceeded to break my plastic fork cutting a pancake and was promptly told, "Bet you wish you packed more forks now." We still had enough, don't worry. I sipped my coffee and listened to the sounds of the camp waking up, of boats and cars packing up for a day at the lake. After breakfast, we headed off for a hike.
Granite Lake was our hiking destination. I quote my sister, "Why are we doing this, how long has it been?" To which I responded, "Nine minutes." Once we made it through the first fifteen minutes of straight up hill the hike went better. Despite the previous day and night of rain it was quite hot and sunny. After returning from the hike, we we went to the lake. It was freezing and shocking and wonderful. My sister and I jumped off the dock, which felt more like a pier with the low water, while all the other girls on the dock argued over if the water was too shallow, oh no what if they freeze, and screamed when their friends pretended to push them off while still a good ten feet from the edge. Jump in and have no fear, people.
All this to say, camping was an adventure. Filled with unexpected weather, good food, the infamous bear locker, and lots of funny moments.
Oh, and the title of this post was something my sister came up with when I told her of a sister blog team I found. The younger sister came to the successful older sister with a dream and a few failed businesses, so the older sister brought her into her business and now they are highly successful. My sister believes she will be highly successful one, providing for me as I am a "starving artist" wearing Birks and drinking too much coffee. That's fine with me. Life's an adventure and adventures aren't always pretty or how we picture it. But, they can be filled with joy, teaching us new and beautiful things.
