I haven't been posting as much lately so I think I'll blame it on our abundance of dirty laundry. It does take about an hour to wash a small load and over three hours to dry it. That's dedication.
Let me catch you up. . .
A few weekends ago we camped on Loch Lomond and hiked up Ben Lomond. Although the seven straight hours of hiking caused many blisters and my butt to cramp up, I enjoyed the experience and the view. Camping... not so much.
Sleeping in a sweat-box, not being able to bathe (hello acne, welcome home), and getting attacked by swarms of Midges isn't my idea of fun, but since B was excited and had bought new camping equipment for the trip, I decided to suck it up (even though I wanted to leave after one night).
Here's the cute, blue tent we slept in with Malcolm (he was up all night barking at other dogs). Notice our tiny grill. We tried to cook hot dogs but they ended up rolling off the grill, onto the ground. When we added more to the grill, we forgot about them and they turned into a burnt mess. Long story short, we skipped dinner and went to bed.
In case you're wondering (I know you are) hot dogs come in jars and cans over here. It grosses me out. Hot dogs in general make me feel nauseous because of their contents, but I still choose to eat them at baseball games because they're delicious. These hot dogs are not delicious.
Going up the mountain was exhausting but going down was even more difficult due to jagged rocks and a few steep drop offs. The view from the top of Ben Lomond was gorgeous, though. We saw lush fields, a little village and quite a few lakes.
I'm also happy to report that the second night of camping was much better than the first. Less insects and Malcolm even slept.