Cape Cod - Day One

We planned to leave around 11am, which apparently to us means 2pm. Excellent. A couple food stops, some good music, some laughs about a mustache and a car,and my version of artistic photography, and we're there.

Silas in his disguise from the Quarter Machines.

So we arrive around 10, and the camp is... silent. And dark. We roll into our campsite, and from what we can see, it's perfect. We're starving, as the last we ate was around 3, and we need nourishment. But first, we need to set up the tent. Because there are other campsites around, we can't do it by the light of the headlights, so we use the lanterns we brought - which, looked extremely bright when we took them to the basement to test them in our house, but not so bright out here.

We finally get the tent set up, and we know we're after "quiet hours", so we're trying to be quiet, when it comes time to set up the air mattress - seriously, they can make your phone into a computer, but they can't stop an air compressor from sounding like a small aircraft is launching from within your tent? So, we blow up the air mattress what we think is most of the way, praying that the other campers aren't really angry by now.

After that fiasco, we heat up some hot dogs that we brought with us in the cooler (freeze water bottles prior to trip, and use as ice for a no mess, but effective way to cool). Silas cooks them up quick and plops them into hot dog buns. We put our ketchup on, and good to go right? No. I can tell by the look on Si's face that something is wrong. I bite into mine, and I'm treated to a decently chilly dog. At this point, we give up, and go to bed. Our only commentary on this - perhaps when the first day is insane, the second day gets better.

*Photos to come. Our netbook isn't equipped with CR2 to JPG conversion software, and we've been rocking it out with Si's big camera. Many apologies, and I promise to have photos, at least on day 3.