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We (Adam & Chelsea) are devoted to an epic journey of minimalism & conservation. Our goals are to live out of a 27ft Winnie w/ our dog Sadie, find innovative/green ways to live off "the land" (e.g. compost on tow platform & green roof) & travel the US w/ contract vet work & Etsy paying the bills. It'll be a long journey, so keep an eye out! (read more)

Sunday, October 17, 2010

After an 8 hour drive intermixed with lots of stops at random antique shops, garage sales and our tour de postville, we finally made it to Yellow Creek. This wasn't actually our destination of choice but turned out to be perfect anyway.


We were elated to finally be sprung from the cramped, stinky (thanks to Sadie) quarters of the camry into the WILDERNESS! We picked out a cute little campsite nestled between a retired couple and a fisherman-who offered us a freshly gutted trout for dinner! But soon into our reverie it became apparent that spending our entire wad on garage sale 'junk' wasn't such a smooth move when there was a campsite fee to be paid. We owed a measly 6 dollars and had all of a buck 45 to our name.

Rule #1 in the book of keeping peace in the Adam and Chelsea household is that I should never, ever, under any circumstances be entrusted to pay a bill. This is not an adult life skill that I've been able to master and something that very quickly developed into Adam's 'thing.' An example of one of my 'things' would be dishwashing...not that it typically happens in any regular fashion, but leave that duty up to Adam and we'll have a sink full of skank ass dishes on our hands and lots of gagging. So it is very fitting that despite the urgent call of adult responsibility, I quickly engrossed myself in setting up and decorating our lovely little campsite, while Adam became utterly consumed with finding that extra 4 dollars and 55 cents that was surely hiding in the depths of the camry. He was relentless and it's really kind of cute. He's like the modern day hunter only instead of wholly mammoths it's spare change and scrap wood concocted compost bins, but I digress. The depths of the camry did not produce and he had no other choice but to drive down to Harper's Ferry in hopes that they had an atm. They did, and my hunter came back with money for the campsite and a bottle of pre-made celebratory mudslide, success!
The sun had set and it was getting chilly, so Adam started on one of his favorite things, THE FIRE, he's pretty good at it!
And Sadie and I happily watched, because we're pretty good at that.
It had been a super long day and it was delcious to sit in front of the fire, drink and talk and drink some more. We roasted s'mores and took bad pictures and dreamed outloud. I love that there's always something new for Adam and I to discover about one another and having these moments makes those discoveries so sweet.
We woke up the next morning to the cheerful sounds of screaming children. Unlike any other camping trip I've been on, the nicest people ever were shacking up at Yellow Creek this weekend. Little did we know, but to everyone else our camping method of choice evoked one of two things 1) fond memories of past rugged camping trips or 2) sympathy. And because of this we were graced with sooo much free stuff!
1. a freshly caught trout
2. a healthy pile of firewood
3. breakfast
4. a box of half eaten day old donuts, Yum
Our fellow campers kind of made the camping trip.

We packed up and headed to McGregor which is a border town of the MIssissippi. It looks like it's straight out of the 1800's. It was the weekend of 'flea market under the bridge' and there were sooo many people out enjoying the beautiful day. We shopped the booths, hit up a few more garage sales and skipped out of town.
A weekend well spent.