Camping With the Raccoons

We embarked on another weekend camping trip, this time a bit wiser after having survived our first one.

There's nothing like a clean shave before a trip. I always thought a Hulk Hogan-esque horseshoe mustache would be funny but my life was full of pesky work and social engagements holding me back. Now that I was permanently quarantined I could finally become the real me.

The trip started where many a trip starts now: with a curbside grocery pickup from Walmart.

There was some trip related mail to attend to.

There were snacks.

The setting sun did a beautiful job of highlighting just how dirty my windshield is.

Our campsite this time was clear on the other side of the state at Knob Noster State Park. The awesome name comes from one of two small hills or "knobs" that rise up in an otherwise flat section of Missouri. The park was constructed in 1937 by the CCC and WPA.

There were some serious raccoons at this site. They were scampering all over the place at night, especially around the dumpsters.

Castlewood Just Like You Should

Just another day in post-apocalypse paradise.

We've been wiping down all of our groceries with alcohol to kill the germs. With produce it gets complicated. We haven't been buying things that you can't either peel or cook. Salads for example are off the menu for the time being. Here Lydia is sterilizing some limes.

After being reminded of the pleasures of trying to cook food on an open fire during our first covid era camp trip, we bought a grill. It's nice and compact and fits in the trunk nicely.

Castlewood State Park occupies 1,818 acres that straddle the Meramec River in St. Louis County, Missouri. The park has a history of drownings, with 12 people getting got since 2004. Luckily I did not bring my swim trunks.

Did some more experimenting with my watch's remote photo feature. It's difficult to get a decent picture with it but it's still fun to play with.

This fungus looked kind of like delicious roast beef.