Post by TheWolf on Jul 11, 2022 13:26:21 GMT -5
I'm bored. Here's a weekend recap with some links.
I en-joyed a little father/son time in the great outdoors this weekend with the pups, leaving P3 and Wolfette to fend for themselves. We booked a tent site for Saturday night at the Niantic/I 95 Exit 72 KOA campground. As you can tell from the name, it's really off the beaten path. As luck would have it, the route from the Wolf Den to our destination goes within just a couple miles of a place some of you may have heard of before, so I placed a curbside pickup order for 24 aluminum cylinders of assorted varieties of beer beverage drinks. Because I am a selfless and loving non-birthing parental person, we next stopped at a locally-famous iced cream jawn that's in the same nuts of the noodle.
We checked into the place about 1:30, cracked a beer and set up the tent, then let the boys explore a little bit while I finished unpacking the car and getting everything sqaured away with our site. There was a "coin hunt" going on around the entire premises all weekend; collect the plastic coins scattered around the place, and then turn them in at the camp store for candy and/or trinkets. They were excited to get a little pile of those going within the first half hour. The place was fine. Nothing fancy, but the site was level and plenty big enough; little general store onsite; and some basic activities to keep kids busy. We played 2 on their 9-hole mini golf course, coupla few board games, they hit the bouncy house, threw a football around some. Just good clean family fun IYO. Grilled some honey BBQ wings and hot dogs for dinner, the boys filled up on 19.6 pounds of sugar, and I had a handful of beers before sundown. Got a fire going for s'mores, then P1 was tired and wanted to read in the tent by himself, so I taught P2 how to play cribbage by lantern-light (this is something of a camping tradition handed down by my father and grandfather). He got bored after a few hands and wanted to play blackjack.
So he busted out those fake coins they'd been hunting for and we used them for chips, taking turns being the house. We have fun. He turned in around 10:00, and I stayed up playing with the fire till I ran out of wood at midnight-ish. Drank a few more beers, smoked a cigar, and listened to the rest of the PMT D&D extravaganza. Would do again.
The only downside of the trip was that whilst re-arranging food bags before I packed the car, I somehow managed to set the breakfast and coffee off to the side and didn't put it back into the bag. So I cracked a Red Bull instead of coffee, skipped the eggs in favor of cereal and bananas, and we packed up our shit and left there by about 9:30-10. Headed to the beach at Rocky Neck State Park (as an aside, this beach has the best/softest sand in CT, as opposed to Sandy Neck beach in Massachusetts, Massachusetts, which is loaded with rocks
). Anywayzzzzzz /Freckles the beach was fun. We threw a football around in the water, played in the sand, caught some crabs (the ocean crustaceans, not the ones you catch from Greg's mom), leered at a bunch of CT 7s - you know, beach stuff.
From there we bounced over to Black Hawk Sport Fishing charters for an afternoon of bottom fisting (UEM's mom knows what I mean). My dad came down and met us for this, as well. The excursion was about 4 hours all-told, with probably 2-2.5 hours of active fishing. This trip was geared towards families with kids, so no really exciting fish - it was just about finding a school of porgies and drifting across to basically let them jump into the boat. The kids had a blast because they'd never been ocean fishing before, but they were a little bummed because they wanted to see some really big fish and these guys are small (like 10-14 inches, which I guess is really only "small" by Flush's mom's standards). One dude caught a dogfish (the bottom-feeding shark species, not the beer that mj will say something about it being a very solid IPA that people often forget about), and a guy from the crew brought it around for all the kids to touch and stuff. Good times were had by all AFAIK. Couple people pulled in some black sea bass, but those are apparently just starting to move into the area and no one caught a keeper.
We probably landed a dozen or so fish each, and kept 19 of them. I'm finna make some fish tacos tonight with the fruits of our labor. I'll report back in the food thread, maybe.
I en-joyed a little father/son time in the great outdoors this weekend with the pups, leaving P3 and Wolfette to fend for themselves. We booked a tent site for Saturday night at the Niantic/I 95 Exit 72 KOA campground. As you can tell from the name, it's really off the beaten path. As luck would have it, the route from the Wolf Den to our destination goes within just a couple miles of a place some of you may have heard of before, so I placed a curbside pickup order for 24 aluminum cylinders of assorted varieties of beer beverage drinks. Because I am a selfless and loving non-birthing parental person, we next stopped at a locally-famous iced cream jawn that's in the same nuts of the noodle.
We checked into the place about 1:30, cracked a beer and set up the tent, then let the boys explore a little bit while I finished unpacking the car and getting everything sqaured away with our site. There was a "coin hunt" going on around the entire premises all weekend; collect the plastic coins scattered around the place, and then turn them in at the camp store for candy and/or trinkets. They were excited to get a little pile of those going within the first half hour. The place was fine. Nothing fancy, but the site was level and plenty big enough; little general store onsite; and some basic activities to keep kids busy. We played 2 on their 9-hole mini golf course, coupla few board games, they hit the bouncy house, threw a football around some. Just good clean family fun IYO. Grilled some honey BBQ wings and hot dogs for dinner, the boys filled up on 19.6 pounds of sugar, and I had a handful of beers before sundown. Got a fire going for s'mores, then P1 was tired and wanted to read in the tent by himself, so I taught P2 how to play cribbage by lantern-light (this is something of a camping tradition handed down by my father and grandfather). He got bored after a few hands and wanted to play blackjack.
So he busted out those fake coins they'd been hunting for and we used them for chips, taking turns being the house. We have fun. He turned in around 10:00, and I stayed up playing with the fire till I ran out of wood at midnight-ish. Drank a few more beers, smoked a cigar, and listened to the rest of the PMT D&D extravaganza. Would do again.The only downside of the trip was that whilst re-arranging food bags before I packed the car, I somehow managed to set the breakfast and coffee off to the side and didn't put it back into the bag. So I cracked a Red Bull instead of coffee, skipped the eggs in favor of cereal and bananas, and we packed up our shit and left there by about 9:30-10. Headed to the beach at Rocky Neck State Park (as an aside, this beach has the best/softest sand in CT, as opposed to Sandy Neck beach in Massachusetts, Massachusetts, which is loaded with rocks
). Anywayzzzzzz /Freckles the beach was fun. We threw a football around in the water, played in the sand, caught some crabs (the ocean crustaceans, not the ones you catch from Greg's mom), leered at a bunch of CT 7s - you know, beach stuff. From there we bounced over to Black Hawk Sport Fishing charters for an afternoon of bottom fisting (UEM's mom knows what I mean). My dad came down and met us for this, as well. The excursion was about 4 hours all-told, with probably 2-2.5 hours of active fishing. This trip was geared towards families with kids, so no really exciting fish - it was just about finding a school of porgies and drifting across to basically let them jump into the boat. The kids had a blast because they'd never been ocean fishing before, but they were a little bummed because they wanted to see some really big fish and these guys are small (like 10-14 inches, which I guess is really only "small" by Flush's mom's standards). One dude caught a dogfish (the bottom-feeding shark species, not the beer that mj will say something about it being a very solid IPA that people often forget about), and a guy from the crew brought it around for all the kids to touch and stuff. Good times were had by all AFAIK. Couple people pulled in some black sea bass, but those are apparently just starting to move into the area and no one caught a keeper.
We probably landed a dozen or so fish each, and kept 19 of them. I'm finna make some fish tacos tonight with the fruits of our labor. I'll report back in the food thread, maybe.
