Gunner Goes Camping

Gunner‘s humans finished up all their projects for Tally-Ho.

We loaded up and set off on a wet Sunday morning for Cape Disappointment. The weather that day for anywhere in the state of Washington was rain. Gray though it was we were delighted to be at the shore…

…very happy to see the waves and hear their roar, as our 4 1/2 hour trip took us 6 hours with Gunner panting at our shoulders the entire way. Luckily for us all Gunner quickly turned into the perfect camping dog.

The first night in our ‘new’ camper went exactly as one would expect. The battery died, which meant not all the stuff worked, so we went to bed. The battery issue gave us the opportunity to see the neighboring town so My Loving Spouse could buy a bit of lamp cord and some clips. His little contraption kept the battery to the camper charging off of the battery in the truck. He ran the truck every 8 hours or so, to make sure it didn’t die as well. The side trip to town also allowed us to ask the store clerk where we could get a burrito. Local knowledge is king and without it we probably wouldn’t have stopped here.

Which is where we got this…

Yes, it was delicious. (No panting dog as we eat or drive as Gunner is now riding in the camper). We got back to our campsite as the day’s rain was letting up, which was the perfect time for a walk on the beach.

Gunner was in heaven with plenty of sticks to fetch….

…a fresh spring to lap up from the base of the light house hill.

Friends who were camping nearby treated us to fresh clams, which Gunner and I enjoyed. My Loving Spouse got out his kites and taught one of their teens how to fly it.

She mastered the strong kite even as it pulled her off her feet a few times…always fun to share our toys with kids.

Reversing our roles, I had promised to do the cooking when we camped. My Loving Spouse’s first plate of my world famous Camping Eggs with a bit of bacon. (Weight Watchers?).

Our first trip was a resounding success enjoying down time together and a few less chores.

We arrived back at the farm to find that Benny has perfected the art of the Alpaca limbo, reaching so far out under the fence for grass, that when he stands back up he’s on the wrong side of the fence. Oh, yeah, we’re on it….

and we are blessed.