no service.

no service.

Yesterday, we had no service. We drove an hour away, which was almost a mile higher, to a spot where our cell phones wouldn’t work.

Yee-freakin-haw.

The boys and Hank got there a few hours before the dogs and me, which was an excellent thing since a lot of other people wanted no service and the campsites filled up very quickly.

They were pretty much on fire by the time I arrived.

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We went to Brainard Lake, just outside of Ward, Co. We camped there two years ago and we were blown away by how much work has been done. It’s gorgeous; each campsite has its own bear- and weather-proof food cabinet, bathrooms are clean and abundant, and there are several paved trails now to make the area handicap accessible. It’s less secluded than it once was, but the beauty of the place just takes your breath away.

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I got a little sidetracked while Hank made dinner and ended up following some fishermen up to the lake to see for myself.

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When I walked back down to our home for the night, Hank had put the boys to some kind of use, helping whittle some spears and mix up our dinner.

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And then a bit of a mishap. Sometimes, when you bang sticks against big, strong trees, there’s a rebound that happens. And sometimes those rebounds smack you right in the face.

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This is why Hank has outfitted both of our cars with hefty first aid kits. But no first aid was needed. Just love.

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We ate slowly. We cleaned up quickly. We enjoyed the fire and no service.

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And then we ran for cover when the rain started.

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I could get entirely used to this no-service gig.

After a bit of a strange night, you know, falling asleep at 8:30 and then being jarred wide awake by the rednecks in a diesel truck going down the neighboring road making such a ruckus that you swear that it’s the Zombie Apocolypse, we were ready to pile out and start our day morning of fishing at the crack of dawn.

Or maybe the crack plus about an hour.

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Then we fished. Well, after of course, a 74th trip to the bathroom, finding a huge and gigantic mushroom, and some sort of crazy diatribe by Ewan.

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Even Pearl was amused. Sorta. But she was able to clean up our cookware and decided life was still pretty stinkin’ awesome.

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Our no-service time came to end. I have to admit, I love my technology, BUT. There’s nothing like spending that kind of time with your pack.

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