This is Side Bay.
It's remote. Two hours of rough road from Port Alice.
The fellow Jeeper we met on Sunday invited us to join him and a few others to a group Jeep run and camp out. On the beach.
I asked if Cheese could make it. He's asking. The camping is arranged through a 4x4 association.
We said we would go but we'll most likely be car camping. Which we haven't done yet.
I have collected what we would need fpr survival but in my mind it was for one night. Three on a beach with strangers is a whole different story.
In 8 months I will be 60. I don't know that this is really the direction we should be headed in. I mean this is not mildly uncomfortable. It will be very uncomfortable.
No heat source. Not solar. No comfy folding couch. No kitchen. Crawling out of Oscar through the night to use my camp potty. Where would we even put our potty bags?! There are no services out there. At all. Carry in. Carry out.
So in the wee hours of the night the excitement of a new adventure has definitely turned into pure chaos and fear in my head.
I want Cheese. My security rv. Haha. I'm thinking Cheese should be lifted, with better tires and springs so he could make it anywhere. While the other campers rough it, I could be lounging in there all cozy with heat and tea and running water and solar power and ice and movies.
In other news. I've had two days of meetings with the boys and Jia's schools. Eric got to miss it. I'm way over stimulated.
Knocking things off the to do list one by one. Luk and I are mostly packed for Disneyland. The Falcon is mostly ready for camping on Friday. Just need a meal plan and to shop. I'm way overthinking my shoes for DL. Packing super light. I KNOW that runners are best for that much walking but it's going to be hot so I want sandals. And shoes for Luk. His orthotic leg braces are hot, knee high socks and giant runners to accommodate them. Plus all of his supplies. There are a lot of details to moving Luk with limited packing space on a plane.
I need my brain to shut down for a few hours.
Oh,oh, and ya, same Jeep guy invited us to do the Rubicon trail with him in Sept. I saw the gleem in Eric's eyes. I think we can safely say Eric and Oscar will likely go. It's not on my dream wish list of adventures but I do love Lake Tahoe. 22 miles of serious 4x4 trail. Then there was talk of Moab at Easter. Oy. I did go online and register Oscar and make a profile. Perhaps we'll score a ticket? These trails require Oscar to have stupid big tires. I'll need a bigger stool to get in. Sigh.
Definitely not the path I saw our life taking. Remember two years ago when Oscar was just my fun, super cool convertible?
Yesterday I ordered Eric a new compressor and air hoses so when he airs up Oscar he can do all four tires at the same time. Right now he does one at a time and other Jeepers are faster. Father's day taken care of ;) I just went now and ordered a Jeep tire garbage carrier. It's a thing. Usually common for cleaning up trails and cool spots from the inconsiderate yahoos that litter in the wilds but might be helpful for our potty bags. Good lord. I also ordered a fold out table with storage bags for Onyx's tailgate door. That's fun.
Off to attempt sleep again.