In tents

Today, after not enough sleep, we got up and began packing the car. This involved a few sacrifices (mostly of the things we didn’t have the space to bring with us, rather than the entrails of chickens) and some yelling at the children when they started fighting for no reason. Then, the house cleaned and emptied, we finally headed out to the ferry.
As usual, we stopped at Port Gamble for the kids to gambol. After half an hour on the swings and climbing frame, I took them on a quick walk around the village, Destroyer skinned her knees falling over an invisible root, and than we drove on to the campsite.

We’re staying for three or four days at an alpaca and llama farm. At least, allegedly so; the rest of the family claims to have seen llamas, but after I got back from unpacking the car, they had all "conveniently" been put away for the night. On the other hand, there are bushes and bushes of blueberries for the girls to pick, and for me to eat.

The girls were more excited than I had expected to be in a tent, even if this meant climbing into their sleeping bags and flinging themselves at one another like rabid caterpillars. I must learn to be calmer.

After we got the tent up, we drove into Port Townsend for dinner. The pandemic has caused major staffing issues in the restaurant trade, and Tuesday turns out to be when most places shut anyway, but after some time we found a place serving burgers that we could get the kids to accept.

Then back to the tent, and putting the children to bed at the impossibly late time for us of 9:30. At least they fell asleep fast, though I expect we’ll be woken in the night. At least because we’re all in one tent, we can’t be dragged from our room to theirs.

I predict tomorrow I’ll wake up and it will be incredibly hot in the tent, after being freezing cold in the night. But that’s part of the joy of camping…

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