The Beer Traveller

I finally smartened up after my Wisconsin experiences & we decided to go set-up camp before hitting another brewery for the night.  We decided to set-up camp at a little place called Dunewood.  I was unaware that they did not allow alcohol on their campground.  Camping & drinking go together like barley & hops. It was still daylight out so I was unsure on the Mosquito count, but the Deerflys could be heard bouncing off my windows.  We quickly set-up the tent, but decided to hold on to the sleeping bags so that they didn’t stand a chance of getting stolen.  I wasn’t sure if I would make it; for anyone that knows Seattlites, we have a very tight comfort range.  Ninety degrees w/ 90% humidity does not fall within this range.

We decided we would head to the beach & check some shit out before heading off to dinner.  I took a nice dip in Lake Michigan & got my core temp down to the point where my hallucinations were now back to being from the beer & not the heat.  Than it was off to the National Seashore, Indiana Dunes. This was about as exciting as looking for 4 leaf clovers.  It was a decent beach, but they were kicking people out of the water @ 6PM & there was no beer allowed here either.  Completely anti-climatic & not what I would have expected our government to sink their $ into…wait, they’ve done worse.

We than hit the Shoreline for dinner & drinks (read next blog).

When we got back, we had found that it had rained.  Keep in mind it was sunny when we left & I left the rainfly off to air out the tent.  Another smart one.  Turns out there must have been a shift change cause the deerflys were now gone & my mosquito buddies were back.  Nowhere near as bad as last night.  I have no idea on how many times I’ve been bit, but the camp kids seem to think I’m a big connect-the-dots game.

We slept quite well considering it was still rather humid & Melissa hasn’t been camping since her Brownie days.  Next morning was another 1st for me; taking a shit while getting dive bombed by a deer fly.  The guy brushing his teeth must have wondered what the hell was going on as I continuously smacked my head & the wall while trying not to fall off the can.