The Camping Trip!

After a scant few weeks in Brooklyn, we made a hasty escape to the woods. A small pond that divides Connecticut and Rhode Island was where we made camp. Camp is where cameraman dug a firepit and lined it with stones, I watched. He sort of allowed me to help pitch the tent... We rustled for sticks, built fires, grilled things, paddled in a canoe (I'll paddle, you relax... as I steered us into several rocks), identified seven different kinds of frogs, my specialty, as the critters seems to love me... and went swimming in the clear, cold water. Nights by the fire, watching shooting stars and drinking Jack Daniels and drinking red wine. Sleep by nightfall.