Campdom

"You're going camping?"

My dear friend, Cathy, was incredulous when I reported this fact to her last week. Admittedly, part of our trip is in cities and we're staying in hotels. But for this first week, our home is a tent, bug shelter and car. Our kitchen is a collection of drippy, ice-filled coolers, a little tote filled with plastic sporks and tin foil and matches and our new 'jet boil' fuel-powered camp 'stove' (it's really just a system for heating water really quickly).

Now you know that I'm not the most enthusiastic camper, but this was actually my idea and I'm actually having tonnes of fun. Must be something to do with the private little campdom we've built here on the Southern end of Kitty Hawk. We're at the Oregon Inlet Campground, a 'medium-country' beach park with cold water showers and rustic camp sites set between the sand dunes. Just a short jog to the beach.

Course...it doesn't hurt that Adam bought us a huge bug shelter from L.L. Bean. Working like a charm.