Vacation log, part one

TBO and I met up with sporks and scout (whose blogs I link to on the right) to do a little friendly camping in Sequoia National Park our first night out. Fun was had by all, mostly by our campsite neighbors, who decided that having a searchlight shine until all people on the West Coast were in bed was an appropriate behavior. Another neighbor thought it might be nice to wait until the middle of the night to pump up their 15,000 air mattresses, using their electric (read: loud) pump to drown out the clearly unwanted sounds of the forest and the babbling river nearby. All that being said, we had a great time anyway.
Unbeknownst to TBO and I, we had purchased the finest air mattress in all the land, causing no small amount of envy in sporks! (Christmas is coming, though . . . ) ; ) Even so, we hadn't inflated it quite enough, so sleeping became an adventure in remaining as still as possible, lest either of us roil the bed in a motion reminiscent of a waterbed. Dinner was a weenie roast and smores, which were deeelish. Yummo!
Both that day and the next, when TBO and I headed up to Napa, were incredibly hot in the Central Valley. Triple digits, according to the reports we heard. Any car stops made were kept as brief as possible to prevent our insides from boiling. Upon reaching our final destination in Napa (the River Terrace Inn), TBO and I both clambered into the shower to wash off the layers of dirt, sweat, and campfire smoke we had been growing on our skin. After a quick Mexican meal--Sunday night is not the best time to look for entertainment or food in downtown Napa, lemme tellya!--we crashed early. Apparently the finest air mattress in all the land hadn't done either of us many favors along those lines, but that was fine--spending time with the best two friends we have was a blast, and should be done often!