A FOREST, A PANDEMIC AND A UNLIKELY SHOWER

For those of you who read regularly, it comes as no surprise I love to go glamping. No camping darling. Do I look like a queen who likes it rough? No hunties, this is glamping darling, to say, it's a form of camping involving comfy accommodations and facilities more luxurious than those with traditional camping. I mean we drink cock-a-tails while taking a drive in a golf cart for sweet Mother of Pearl! But I do my fair share of walks and hikes too. Me and my good friend Mamie, AKA David Dust, had booked three trips for glamping this year at the ever fun and magical Woods Campground. With the current situation going on we played it by ear. Since all my other vacations, and scheduled events canceled quicker then trumps incoming fast food orders, I thought this might be the only salvaging of any normalcy to have a get away. Our only worry was the Woods, a LGBTQ clothing optional campground is a very open, very friendly, all inclusive atmosphere, and the crowd can swell very large, they have the best events and theme weekends. We just worried how are they going to pull this off, and do we for sure go?  My other good friend, who has a site there, and another who is part owner,  assured us they had rules and regulations in place for social distancing and mask wearing. The café and dance hall were closed, but take out was available. Masks have to be worn in common areas,  such as the store, the common decks, the check-in office, and the bonfire they have nightly. Hot tubs were closed and the pool was open, and chaise lounges were moved to 8 ft spacings. even with these guidelines we decided we'd stay on the site most of the time anyway, and we took things for our meals . And it was too cool to swim anyhow. We did venture out for a few walks and golf cart rides.  I was very pleasantly surprised to see everyone was practicing the rules and not once was there any over crowding at all. The camp had said anyone not following rules would be told to leave and not permitted back for the rest of summer. While it was definitely more low key then in the past, I think they did the right things. Most people kept to their own sites or groups, and everyone respected everyone else's space.  It was just nice to be able to have a get-a-way, relax, unwind, take in and be one with nature, plus good fun and company with close friends. The weather in the Poconos Mountains was pretty nice too, warmer then I expected, though, we did have a few showers Friday And Saturday.

But that didn't stop the Mistress from some spectacle and fun.

The Mistress got on her garb and gloves as Miss Pam Demic for the drunken golf cart rides. That certainly seemed to spread some cheer around camp. Nothing like watching me on a golf cart with cock-a-tail splashing about everywhere.

One of the many lovely paths to walk about.

Our site with cabin

the Shake and Bake Pop-Up! It was quite this time...no shaking.

Much to my friend Wayne's dismay I create these little rock sculptures all  over his site in such random places.

Here's a bigger one in a stream down one trail I walked. Patience is key.

A teardrop camper I fell in love with and for sale!!! Hmmmmmm

A early morning walk at the lake on Saturday

Nothing. NOTHING like a warm outdoor shower. All open air. One of my other favorite things here. I would have an outdoor shower if I could. Plus it was nice to see a few naked men emerge from said showers in person, so that was a plus. The first naked men I have seen in three months!!!! Did I just say that?

The beautiful  sky at the lake Sunday morning.

 Of course the best part of this,  and every trip is the campfire, where we sit, listening to old house music, and regale stories,  eat and drink. One thing the Mistress can do is build a campfire! 

Never mind the fact we emptied two half gallons of fire ball. My apologies for not featuring more juicy, campy, fun photos like I always do when I go up, but like I said, we didn't leave the site much, and it was much more lower key. But this just shows the Mistress can behave herself in a pandemic.