twelve levels of camping

I went camping last night, at Sunset Falls. Washington is so absolutely beautiful. Pretty easy drive, very scenic, I had some difficulty getting the right road with some moderate backtracking but overall we made it. I found the exact spot I went camping with the Twins a couple years back, it has direct creek access and is away from the road with lots of possible tent clearings, a big firepit made by someone, and for some reason large boulders in these circular designs.
I brought a boombox and bought batteries, but of course not enough batteries, so I had a lot of quiet nature time to myself, since camping partner slept until 4:30! But one would be surprised about what sort of sounds your mind makes when alone in nature. Crows and trickling water and birds sometimes sounds like children laughing, which is moderately creepy.
It was a lot of fun, of course, despite the night's temperature. A sleeping bag and three blankets apparently weren't enough because it was COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD. Good thing I was twelve levels of intoxicated or else that might've been a much more unpleasant situation. Instead I felt cold but slept right through it.
I'll spare the camping drunk details but we've decided it's our official spot now.
In more good news I'm up in Seattle with Shannon tomorrow. We are on a museum and dinosaur mission. It will be gloriously educational.