Deborah Lipp

So I totally forgot to tell you how we moved the entire campsite eighteen inches.

We arrive Sunday, and Barb & Charlie are already there, with their pop-up, awning/kitchen, and Sylvia’s tent, and they’ve marked tent spots on the ground for the rest of us. Craig puts his tent kind of much closer in towards the kitchen than need be, but as I said, we’re all racing the sunset, so whatever.

Then the next day, we’re looking at how the campsite is set up, and we know that Christine is arriving Tuesday with a tent and a screen tent, and we’d like to use the screen tent to create a continous area with the kitchen, and maybe there’s not enough room.

And I say to Craig “You could move your tent back about a foot” and he says something really snotty, like “Yeah, right” with a very sarcastic tone. Later he said he had no idea I was actually serious. Well, my theme for Starwood was communication and miscommunication, so of-fucking-COURSE he didn’t think I was serious.

Then Tuesday, Christine arrives, and we start helping her set up. Craig’s not around, but me, Charlie, Barb, and (I think) Arthur are more than enough helping hands. We lay out the screen tent, and there is just not quite enough room. At which point, I am totally willing to pick Craig’s tent up and move it myself, but there’s now someone camped about six inches behind him.

(We were on high ground. There was a shitload of room just a few yards away, but after Squishwood, smart campers avoid that area. We were jammed together on our little spot.)

So, with Craig’s tent as an immovable northern boundary, we had to go south. But in order to move the kitchen, we had to move all the furniture and cookware and coolers. And the awning that was attached to the popup. And the first time we moved it a foot and then we had to go back and squeeze out another six inches.

It was totally worth it. It gave us a kitchen/living room effect for the rest of the week that was comfy and cozy. But we moved a campsite eighteen inches.