It's no secret that half the fun of camping is playing house in the woods. This time around, we had some exciting new gear to test out.
An air mattress. (I know, we're getting old and soft.)
A heavy-as-lead Dutch oven.
And, wait for it: a brand spanking new camp stove, the
Camp Chef Everest!
Oooh, that thing makes me so happy. No more pumping of the gas cylinder. No more dropping matches and burning your finger. Every. Single. Time. Push a button and
whoosh goes the flame. And, wow, is it fast. We had water at a rolling boil in seconds.
I know it kind of hurt Daniel's feelings that I was ready to retire the bottle-green Coleman stove, a $10 Craigslist purchase from the early days of our Colorado camping career. In its defense, the thing was used when we bought it. And if it's no longer green but rather dingy and black, it's because one time, ah-hem, it went up in flames. I can't seem to remember what happened. Unfazed, that Coleman kept on chugging for another five years. Surely, it deserves some kind of camping award.
That's great. Life moves on. Can we talk about my new stove now? I actually lay in the tent the second night fantasizing about making coffee in the morning. Yes, it's true. I'm in love with a camp stove.
Shove that casserole in there, baby! This is a kale sausage roasted squash rosemary bread pudding delight.
There was a moment of studious reading about a certain number of briquettes in a checkerboard pattern. Daniel decided to keep it real and dump chunks of wood on top instead. It turned out delicious. Amazing, even. However, there was this slight l'eau-de-burnt-ash that we weren't fond of. This led to DK The Science Guy deciding that for the next go-around, we needed to create an internal "oven" to distribute the heat more evenly. I smiled and nodded sagely, pretending I had something to contribute to the conversation other than detailed ideas about what would go inside said oven.
And now we need to talk about what happened for dessert. Brownie mix cooked in oranges. What? So good. Recipe
here. You're welcome.
While we were cooking, Jack announced, "Grub's up!" And then he said, "Um, Mom, do people really say that?"
After that feast, I felt like a grub. A very rotund one. I had to take a stroll around the campground just to shake off strange but persistent memories of third-trimester pregnancy. I walked out to an opening in the trees and the sun was setting over all those glorious fire-gold aspens. I ran (waddled?) back to the campsite and we all charged through the woods. The guys missed most of the sunset, but we did catch the tail end of the show.
Here it is, Daniel's solution to the burning problem. And it worked! Perfect breakfast scones. And may I say, these were much needed after a rough first night which included a freezing Daniel (for the first time in our married life, I was the warm one--perhaps due to the wearing of not one but two sleeping bags?), a restless Jack, and an air mattress that rocked like a boat every time Bronte wandered around, which was often.
Plus, yes, we had a large animal encounter of the Ursine kind.
We woke up to a huffing noise right outside the tent. Daniel and I froze, ears cocked to the sound like paralyzed deer. It moved closer, circling the tent and grunting. It sounded big. In seconds stretched thin like taffy, we listened as whatever it was moved around the tent and through the campsite and eventually off into the forest. I started shaking. Daniel assured me it was a moose, not a bear. I've heard that one before, but I rolled over into the hedge of his strong arms and promptly conked out. Which I think says my repression skills are improving.
In the morning, a spectacularly wizened camp host stopped by. (I mean, seriously, it looked like he was wearing a wrinkled leather mask--the kind Tom Cruise is always hiding under in spy movies.) He confirmed it was a moose, and that he visits often. Visit away, moose. Anytime. Just keep Mama Bear somewhere far away.
Stuffed with yummy food and autumn beauty, we drove home. The Pathfinder reeked of woodsmoke and dirty socks, but we had big smiles on our faces. Until next time....
When we woke up Sunday morning, Dan took Daniel to the airport for a flight! That's right. Dan has his pilot's license, and they took a trip to Bremerton to have breakfast and admire the view.
Meanwhile, Jill took the boys and me to Pike Place Market. We got the required photo in front of the Gum Wall (gross but cool), then wandered around the market. Heaven! We admired rows and rows of fresh dahlias, vegetables and seafood; watched cheese getting made at Beecher's (and gobbled up some incredible mac and cheese); picked up pastries at Piroshky Piroshky; and saw the original Starbucks. The kids were troopers but clearly I was more into it than they were. I wish I'd had the real camera instead of just my phone. I could have wandered around taking photos and sampling treats for hours.
After that we drove over to the airport to meet Dan and Daniel. Now it was our turn to go up in the plane for a quick loop over Seattle!
A little nervous but ready for take-off!
I love flying! It reminds me of being a kid and getting to go up in my Grandpa's plane. Dan is a great pilot and it was absolutely gorgeous to be in the air above Seattle with views of water and mountains everywhere.
The Space Needle!
Time to chow on some yummy Dungeness crab (a first for me and the boys!), sourdough bread, salad and white wine. Hello, heaven.
Yummy pastries, and then a trip over to the Ballard Locks to watch the boats go through the locks and see some salmon jumping up the ladders.
This is the view from the rooftop deck that Dan built on the top of their house. Gorgeous!
It was so wonderful to be with dear friends in such a beautiful place. Talk about a perfect day!
It turns out that the retreat was held in the 
This second structure (a newer addition) is called the Greenhouse. It merges a true greenhouse with bedrooms and a round yoga room that opens on all sides to the sea.
Whoa, these panini were incredible. We ate our weight in bread and cheese, but man, was it ever good. Our favorite was the one with sharp sheep cheese, toasted almonds, lemon and sage. Mmm.
Summer hasn't given up the ghost. Not in Colorado, anyway. The nights are cool and fresh but by four o'clock the mercury is pushing the high nineties. Before autumn rolls in for real, I invited some friends for my 5th annual preserves party. It is always so much fun to cook for people I love, reconnect after hectic summers, and share what we preserved.
Look at all this summer bounty! Homegrown lemon squashes, jam from Kathy's jam company