As of yesterday, I’m out of town for a few days, braving the wilds of New Zealand with the Naiad, Shell, a guy, and a pack on my back. Fear not though. While I am struggling uphill, and struggling over a fire and bandaging blisters, the blog will be on autopilot. So you still get to enjoy pretty historical goodness. And when I come back, you can enjoy pretty natural photography goodness!
After 13 amazing days touring the South Island of NZ, living out of a car and sleeping in tents and backpackers and wearing the same clothes over and over, it’s lovely to be back in civilisation, enjoying clothes and beds and technology. And sewing! I’m so excited about being back at my machine (though I did do hand sewing on the trip), and can’t wait to show you all the projects I’m working on. I want to show you photographs too…but… my memory card failed. And I have to take it to a computer shop and hope they can be recovered. Grrr….bummer!
The Naiad and I, along with Shell, the Sewphist, and another friend, are all going camping. Camping is good exercise. Even if you don’t do anything but lounge around the campsite and roast marshmallows, you still have to wrangle all your gear into place, pack your bag, and figure out how to put up your tent. And boy, do those things take energy. First, there are the sleeping bags. This is mine: When I bought it it came all nicely wrapped in its own personal little bag. Once freed from that bag, no amount of effort on the part of Mr D and myself (working together) could ever convince it to return to those confines. It has all sorts of weird drawstrings and pockets. Is it supposed to wrap into itself and fasten with those? Ack! After wrestling with it for an hour on my own in an attempt to get it in a bag twice the size of the one it came in for this trip, I gave up and got creative. Courtesy of …
