Shaun and I are going on vacation next week. We need an adventure, so we’re driving to Mammoth Cave. We’re gonna camp and possible go spelunking. Even though I’m afraid of caves. Scary Gollum-like creatures live in caves. Damn, have you ever seen The Descent? However, I’m willing to spelunk regardless, because it would be a good experience. We’re also going to backpack for a few days in Clifty Wilderness, which is in Kentucky too. I believe it’s called Clifty because there are many cliffs there. Which is exactly what I’d name a cliff-filled wilderness. I’m original and clever.

To practice for our backpacking trip (and because we really wanted to camp), we went to a nearby campground last week. It was a mid-week excursion, so we met up when I was done with work. We made a killer campfire with NO lighter fluid and only a few matches. (5, right?)

Impressed?

Then we set up the tent:

And we made some tuna/pasta stuff for dinner with lots (at least from my end) of peanut butter Saltines.

I was not afraid of small rodents while we were sleeping in the tent (seriously, EVERYTHING scares me in a tent–it’s embarrassing because I’ve spent lots of nights in tents). I was, however, afraid of the massive thunder/lightning storms that kept rolling thru. Shaun wasn’t afraid. Cause he’s a Man. Or he underestimates the wrath of Mother Nature. That bitch keeps me on my toes.

I think though, that we’ll rule Clifty Wilderness with an iron fist. Bring it on!