At the end of April, Nate, his dad, brother and I headed out for a camping trip in a little remote area of the Sierra Nevada foothills known as “Big Meadow.” Now I grew up camping in the Pacific Northwest and am totally good when it comes to “roughing it” in a sleeping bag and a tent, but I have always camped with access to running water, and oh, these little things we take for granted every day called toilets. But not Nate. He and his brother are bonafide Eagle Scouts and ventured on tons of backpacking trips with their dad & troop as kids, and Big Meadow is one of those places they often camped.
So Big Meadow for me was a new experience. The location was so remote (when I thought we had arrived, we still had a 1.5 hour trip up the mountain) that we only saw one person the entire 3 days we were there–and that was the park ranger we saw on our way up. Thankfully, Nate’s dad opted to camp us near the only outhouse.
The days were warm and the nights were literally freezing cold. We hiked. We roasted marshmallows. I shot a gun for the first time in my life. Nick, Nate’s brother, saw a black bear our first night at camp. So this is Big Meadow. I’m thankful to know this place where my husband has fond memories, even if it was slightly out of my girly comfort zone. ;)
This was the outhouse. And yes, I documented my outhouse experience with a photo…