Roughing it (again)

I’m not a really big fan of roughing it (see my story about gorving). It was all the same to me that we hadn’t really been on any camping-type trips since then. But No. 1 came up with a place she thought I might like.

Little cabin in the woods

Little cabin in the woods

Now this is what I call roughing it! You have walls. You have a floor. You have light. You have heat in case it gets too cold. (No. 1 also praised the hot water for showers — not that I would know anything about that.) Best of all, you have a bed to curl up on.

No. 2 likes the loft, which you get up to by climbing a ladder. This part isn’t really dog friendly, but it’s monkey-friendly and also 50-year-old-teenager friendly. He went up there and we almost couldn’t get him to come down again.

How's the weather up there?

How's the weather up there?

When you want to go outside, you open the back door and there you are, in the middle of a forest. And there was almost no one else around!

Here I am, showing off my mountaineering skills.

I am a wolf in the forest.

I am a wolf in the forest.

Sad to say, we spent only one night here, and then we went to a big hotel for awhile. There wasn’t much for a little dog to do. It was noisy, confusing, and there were soooo many people, everywhere you looked. I had to be careful not to get stepped on.

Maybe roughing it isn’t such a bad idea after all. I didn’t much care for gorving, but gocabining is all right with me!

Woofs,
Willie

No. 2 here: If any of you are wondering where this is, these are the Shinneyboo Creek Cabins, just a stone’s throw from the I-80 highway to Reno, an exit or two past Emigrant Gap.

Posted: August 22nd, 2011 under Car rides, Fun things, Outings, Quilting.

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