{"id":20135,"date":"2023-10-18T00:31:28","date_gmt":"2023-10-18T00:31:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=20135"},"modified":"2023-10-17T18:34:13","modified_gmt":"2023-10-17T18:34:13","slug":"camping-debacle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2023\/10\/18\/camping-debacle\/","title":{"rendered":"CAMPING DEBACLE"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_15717\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-15717\" style=\"width: 168px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-15717\" src=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-168x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"168\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-168x300.jpg 168w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-150x267.jpg 150w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-300x535.jpg 300w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-236x420.jpg 236w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1.jpg 335w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 168px) 100vw, 168px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-15717\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Bryce Angell &#8211; The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">M<\/span><span class=\"s1\">y wife,Terri, has always loved being outdoors. She hikes through Yellowstone Park every year and in January of 2024 will hike, with her girlfriends, in the territory of Patagonia. She skis cross-country, right out our back door. She also has a mountain bike that racks up the miles of her hard labor. She is not a novice to camping and spending time away from the comforts of home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">On one particular afternoon, finishing her ride on the mountain bike, she asked me if I would consider investing, as she called it, in a bike for myself. I almost choked on my raspberry-filled donut. And then she said, if I would consider buying, we could take both our bikes up to Stanley, Idaho, for my first experience on a mountain bike. She would pack all the camping gear, set it up and do the cooking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">I caved in to her request and paid more for the bike than I would have paid for a saddle horse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">A week later, we arrived at Redfish Lake, unloaded the bikes and found a trail suitable for me to begin. Terri was very encouraging, but the trail was so rocky we turned around, arriving back to camp after a total of two hours of biking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">The day was winding down and I was dug-out-to-my-toenails hungry. So, I offered to help set up camp and even to cook. First thing, we grabbed the tent and set out all the pieces to it. No tent fly. That wasn\u2019t a big deal as the weather was supposed to be warm. Next, we squared up the tent, hammered stakes in each corner, and I reached in the bag to discover no tent poles. Once again, not a serious problem. We would put our sleeping bags in the tent and sleep with the roof of the tent laying on top of us. But wouldn\u2019t you know it? No sleeping bags to be found. Both of them still tucked away at home on the camping shelf.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Terri was devastated. I assured her our trip was still going to be enjoyable, as it had been so far. We would pack up our gear, find a restaurant, order prime rib and then laugh about what happened during our four-hour ride home. Finally, a smile on her face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">After a short drive, and my belly thinking its throat was cut, we sat down and ordered prime rib. I would be taking out a second loan on my truck just to pay for dinner.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s2\">I couldn\u2019t help but notice our waiter was a little tipsy. Each time he helped a table, he would then walk to the bar and tip one up. By the time our meal came, I was helping him carry our plates so our dinner didn\u2019t end up on the floor. He was then escorted off the floor by the manager \u2014 his wife. He received a standing ovation from those of us in the dining room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Our trip was turning out to be a success. The prime rib was the best I\u2019ve eaten in years and the entertaining drunk waiter\u2026 let\u2019s just say we are still laughing about it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">After we left the restaurant, I managed to convince my wife there must have been a real reason why we weren\u2019t sleeping in our tent. Who knows, with the luck we were having, a grizzly bear probably would have wandered into our camp and paid us a visit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Our camping debacle turned out to be one of the better Friday-night dates with my wife. We had never laughed so much. But now that I think of it, where was the cooler with the t-bone steaks, the baked beans and the ambrosia salad? Hmm?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My wife,Terri, has always loved being outdoors. She hikes through Yellowstone Park every year and in January of 2024 will hike, with her girlfriends, in the territory of Patagonia. She skis cross-country, right out our back door. She also has a mountain bike that racks up the miles of her hard labor. 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