Sometimes you just need to camp
It's been a long, icky sort of week, so we decided this weekend to camp at Lake Ouachita State Park. We planned to stay in the campground and go for a couple of bike rides from there. Mandy's had a bad cold, though, so the 25-mile route Bryan had planned for Saturday was scrapped in favor of just exploring the state park.
Since the park's mostly oriented toward fishing and watersports, it's very quiet in the wintertime. It was nearly deserted on Super Bowl weekend. We took the outermost walk in tent site, on a little peninsula, and had the whole place to ourselves. The water was glass-smooth and the woods were completely silent. It was almost like backpacking, but with a lot less work, and a warm bathhouse.
We call this 'Still Life with Camp Shoes and Kleenex.'
Mandy spent a pleasant, chilly evening sniffling and poking at her campfire. We had grilled brats and chips and beer and cream soda, which felt like a special treat compared to our usual fare of freeze dried backpacking dinners.
The low overnight was around freezing, and the morning didn't warm up as expected. This, combined with Mandy's persistent cold, meant that we cancelled our Sunday ride and rested after breakfast instead.
It wasn't a weekend of high adventure, but we enjoyed the quiet lake and the winter woods.