There is nothing I would love more right now than to be floating in warm-ish water by a beach on a beautiful camping trip.
I have been thinking about this place called ‘Eagle Point’. It is located in Cumberland, Wisconsin, and you guys may or may not know that I went there with an exchange student and his family and my gay boyfriend (wink wink) last summer. It’s this absolutely marvelous campground that has shower facilities but still holds that breathtaking air of not being a house or apartment or city life.
It’s just nice, okay? So you pay around 25 dollars for a lot and set up camp on this beautiful hill. Once you’re all settled in, you walk down the hill and there’s this path that you follow through the trees. It’s a well-walked path and the only way you can get lost is if you’re an idiot.
It’s a very long path, though, and you follow it all the way out to ‘the point’ which is basically this little sandbar next to the water. There’s another sand bar about 50 meters off that you can walk to without going more than knee deep in sun-warmed water, but if you go off to either side of that straight line, the water gets deep and cold and fresh. It’s pretty much glorious.
If you trace your steps back up the trail just a little ways, there’s this big cement bonfire pit RIGHT next to the water with a clearing that up to 30 people could fit in. it’s hard dirt ground with a layer of sand, so it feels like a non-sinky beach. The forest is full of broken wood and people leave paper-based garbage in the fire pit a lot, so if you have a lighter, you have a fire.
I remember waking up super early in the morning when I went. It was freezing balls because it was spring, not summer, and it was very windy. The three of us walked down to the fire pit and started a fire and then went swimming in our underwear.
We ate dry cereal and drank off-brand soda and then hung my Budweiser boxers on a hand-made flag pole and declared this to be our summer home. It was marvelous. We returned from camping with tangled hair, sandy clothes, and smiles on our faces.
I have been thinking about camping all of the time and I cannot wait for summer days spent chilling by the lake and (very cliche line coming up here) sipping lemonade. The exchange student that I went with last year is coming back in July and we’re making plans to revisit Eagle Point.
I am also excited because Lex and I are talking about spending a weekend together and doing it camping at Eagle Point, which would be glorious. So yes, it’s only March and snow is still on the ground, but I have joined the masses of people who think Spring needs to be around this next corner and not a month from now.
Please and thank you, for my own peace of mind and my pale skin. Because damn, we Irishmen get PALE in the winter.