Doing my slowmo run... sexy, I know
(AFTER...together we were more powerful against the rabid raccoons)
This time we headed north for a river adventure.
Located in the middle of the Menominee Indian Reservation
there is the perfect place for just that.
After driving almost four hours we arrived and found the perfect spot
to set camp. That's when we realized that we were missing a VERY
essential part of our camping equipment. The tent.
(I blame my third-shifts and his 12-hour shifts this weekend this event)
Despite our knowledge of black bears in the area we decided to be adventurous
and sleep under the stars. Turns out bears should've been the least of our worries.
That night we both woke to some serious growling just inches from my head...
raccoons... very fat and very RABID raccoons (I stand by my last assumption).
I fell asleep right away but S made sure the fire burned all night... the poor
man only slept three hours that night but he did an amazing job keeping me
safe from those not-so-little critters.
The next morning I woke up extra early, made some breakfast while S got some
much needed sleep, and truly admired my surroundings. There is something about
the sound of the river just mere feet away, the wind gushing through the leaves,
and birds welcoming a new day that truly brings you peace. Not quite the same
as the sound and smell of ocean waves but definitely a close second.