Camping by the Colorado...

This weekend was spent camping on the Colorado River in central Texas. The trip had been planned weeks ago, and everything went smoothly - well, except for the weather. And by "weather", I really mean the wind. 35 mile an hour gusts creates a lot of angst over whether or not your tent will still be where you left it when you return from a hike or a fishing excursion. It was also freezing - something made all the more uncomfortable by the gusty winds that ripped through the camp (at least when you weren't tucked safely away in your toasty sleeping bag). Be that as it may, though, the camping this weekend was fun for all those involved. Well, at least most of us. Only Haskell was a tad bit unsure of the whole experience.

Just like last time, Haskell was horrified by the whole "camping" thing. I'm pretty sure he thought we'd been evicted from our house, and we were all tragically doomed to live forever in a tent. The lack of a snuggly Orvis bed and a temperature controlled house did not amuse him at all. If it hadn't been for Bert and GS's mad skills in the camp kitchen, Haskell might have called the SPCA and filed a report with doggie protective services.

But enough about Haskell, here are some of the pictures:

Filed under: Waiting for the right combination…

Château de Deals, Gypsy Kitty and Haskell. Night one…

No one ate better than my two doggies…

Leading Bert astray…

The river was a little on the low side…

The look Haskell gave me when we were being verbally assaulted by coyotes the first night…

Haskell camps in style. Doggie bed roll and his blanket…

Gypsy, on the other hand, preferred MY sleeping bag…

Trevor, like usual, had “other plans” this weekend and couldn’t go camping. I’m starting to think he sides with Haskell on the whole “sleeping on the ground” thing.