Winter’s Last Gasp

We arrived at our campsite on a typical Texas spring day, with southerly breezes and temperatures in the 70s. Less than 24 hours later, however, the winds had shifted from the north, sending temperatures into the 50s and then the 40s overnight. Needless to say, it was a shock to the system. Still, we enjoyed crackling campfires against winter’s last gasp, with doggies nestled all snug in their blankies.

The weekend began with an early afternoon arrival at site 34, with a great tree canopy but an awkward parking pad that required unhitching to achieve balance. We settled in with just enough time to enjoy a pre-cocktail cocktail, and then officially kicked off the weekend at the 5 o-clock hour. A Date Night campfire accompanied our dinner of grilled New York strip steak, asparagus and poblano peppers, as well as a fluffy baked potato and our favorite Ravens Wood old vine zinfandel.

Soon after we took the dogs on their Saturday morning walk, the cold front blew in, dropping temperatures 20 degrees and bringing blustery winds with driving rains. Needless to say, we spent most of Saturday indoors, perusing The New York Times, watching cooking shows, and napping. By late afternoon, we braced ourselves against the chill and headed outdoors for a campfire and fajita cookout. We ended the day by walking the dogs and watching yet another lackluster “Saturday Night Live.” You can always tell when it’s not very good: Jon rolls over to go to sleep after the cold opener; Cliff changes the channel to watch some episode of “Star Trek.”

Sunday morning found us walking the dogs with temperatures typically associated with January. One benefit to colder temperatures is that even the dogs don’t want to stay outside for long. We returned to Cloud 9 for hot coffee and CBS Sunday Morning. Soon, our attention turned to Bloody Marys and The New York Times, before we began dreaming of our kitchen pantry makeover project. Brunch time led to nap time, which then led to breaking down camp time and back home for the night. We’ll do it all again next weekend.

It may sound routine, but it’s just the way we like it.