Camping

We spent two nights camping in Myles Standish State Forrest, Plymouth with Jessicas extended family. They enjoyed laughing at our small tent, and we enjoyed laughing at their apartment complexes. Jessica ran into an open door of my car trying to get away from a horsefly, and Ren shined a flashlight at my camera immediately after telling him not to, as I was taking a long exposure, "Where is it, oh, there".After that, we headed out to Erving State Forest (in Erving), stopping in Belchertown on the way simply because of its name. It was full, and they directed us to Wagon Wheel campgrounds (read: trailer park) down the road. I have no idea what the hell was up with this place. There were lawn ornaments, permanent swings attached to trailers. Possum boys, and people squealin' like pigs. We spent as much time as possible not there. During that time, I got pulled over. "You touched the yellow lines three times. We call that weaving, also, you have things hanging on your rear-view mirror. They'll have to come down". Shut up. The first thing we did the next morning was pack the fuck up and leave.We stopped in Shelburne Falls as I promised a friend I would do, and checked out the glacial potholes, glass blowers, and bridge of flowers. I got a really bad stomach ache, so I never got around to asking anyone other than an information lady where the natural waterfall was. I also lost my sunglasses by the potholes. I put them down to take pictures and forgot them, and they were gone when we went back to check. We got to North Adams too late to go to Mass MoCA, so we went and set up our tent. Since the tent grounds were hidden within a maze of trailers, and even more confusing once you found the area, we kept ourselves from being run over by people backing up by placing a table between the tent and the not-a-dirt-road. Then we went for a walk around the town, figuring we'd find a place to eat. After a lot of walking about to not find any good cheap food, and we went back to cook in the dark. In the morning we packed everything and went to Mass MoCA, which rocked our worlds. I think I'm carrying it's baby now, actually.We then headed back east to Charlemont to camp in the Mohawk Trail State Forest that I had camped in last winter. The place kicked ass, we pitched the tent next to a stream, then hiked a giant lie. It said it was 1.25mi and 1700ft elevation with a lookout. We did much more than that, and came to nothing more than a grassy field that confused us to no end. Bah, it was still a nice hike. On the way back, I kept talking about the mess I was going to make of cooking, which I eventually did. I let the oil get too hot before adding food, and when I started throwing things in it exploded in my face, getting hot oil in my eye. I threw my goggles on, and used a longsleeve shirt to protect my hands and arms. At night we enjoyed our last marshmallows and s'mores, and I burned my thumb grabbing a hot log. Jessica hit her head pretty hard on my trunk trying to put a bandage on my thumb. In the morning, we headed out to Northhampton to fullfil the last of my promises, checking out a store called Faces. Thats some store, and I will likely be going there again when I have money.Then we finally got back to Jessicas house, and had quite possibly the most enjoyable night with the immediate family yet. Good stuff.