My Own Boot Camp Weekend Adventure

Monday, August 20, 2012

This weekend my husband and I went to the Oregon coast to go camping. Now, that sounds relaxing doesn't it? Camping. Sitting by a fire at night, spending the day on a river bank with a fishing pole. Occasionally going in for a dip to cool off and warming up on the rocks in the sun. Ahhh - relaxation.

Allow me to introduce you to my husband.

Joe - this is everyone.
Everyone - this is Joe.

Joe is incapable of sitting still. Sitting by a fire at night only comes out sheer exhaustion. Spending the day on a river bank with a fishing pole means first getting up at 5 am and then running and jumping over rocks (me without the cat-like reflexes), casting and retrieving over and over again. That dip in the water to cool off? Well in my case it was from falling OFF the rocks a couple of times (I hate having wet underwear). And when we were IN the river on purpose, it was chasing crawfish for hours. Nothing will work those thighs like trudging through water.

The days started with us getting up before dawn and having breakfast. Eggs taste so much better when cooked outside. And coffee from an old school percolator is unmatched. Once breakfast was done we were off to the jetty to gather mussels. That meant walking out over the rocks and then climbing down to the water line with a bucket and shovel and chipping them off the rocks. We each filled a 5 gallon bucket and then carried them back up the rocks and down the jetty. So - weight lifting was done!

After the mussels were packed in the jeep, we took the dog and played with him on the beach - running and chasing him. In sand. 15 minutes is all it takes to really work your legs and hips.

Next - we were off to the mud flat to dig for clams! Ok - here is where it gets interesting. We were at the mudflats just as the tide had gone out and then hiked through the mud for about a quarter mile to 'just the right spot'. And we found it. We dug out the mud down about 12-18 inches and then started scooping out the mud by hand. When we found a clam tube hole, we followed the hole until we found a shell - then dug out the clam. All the while being taunted by the seagulls. This went on for over an hour until we got our 20 clam per person limit. And then it was time to go. Yes - lets go. Except my feet had somehow gotten completely cemented in the muck and I couldn't get out. Joe was stuck too. I could just see the headline: "Fat girl dies wallowing in mud for clams".

Then we were off for a quick lunch and to go hiking through the mountains - for over two hours. He wanted to show me this place he called 'magical.' We never found it but we did find wonderful amazing places anyway. Not to mention huckleberry hunting. (They were elusive.)

We ended the days crawfishing and trout fishing. Then back to camp for dinner and sitting by the fire and bed - only to do it all over again. It was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.

It was wonderful.

Now we're home and the calorie burn will continue. We have to finish processing the mussels and clams and crawfish. I have camp cleanup. And the regular farm duties continue. But the calorie burn has started. I'm down 5 pounds and several inches. And have more motivation to keep going than I thought was possible.

I can't wait to do it again even though we are dog tired.

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  • CNELSON5411
    What a fun weekend it sounds like you had!
    2128 days ago
    Thats sounded AWESOME!~!!! Where is that at and How do I go lol!!!! Also what type of farming do you do?
    2129 days ago
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