This year's Angel island Picnic will be on June 23. Today, with temperatures at my house hovering around 20, we are allowed to try to reserve our campsites. I don't want to go camping right now. I don't really like this whole process.
On December 1st, all of the campsites in the state of California (in the state system) are up for grabs. This hasn't always been a big deal--once you got on...yes...THE PHONE QUEUE. And then it used to be worse--back when the computer system would crash from all the traffic. Now it's just nerve wracking. I am setting up my account now. I started an hour before the lottery begins. Now I am afraid I will get so involved in this or Facebook or maybe I should just buy gift cards at Amazon for the next generation since no one seems to be offering gift suggestions...that I will forget to set my atomic clock (yes, this is serious) and hit the buttons in the right order. Oh my.
Last year while on the island, there was a nice fellow with a child or two who had stolen one of our campsites--er made his reservation before we did--and I said, kiddingly of course, "We hate you." He apologized profusely. We all lived peacefully after I explained the situation and said I was kidding, sort of. He didn't know the importance of our having that campsite year after year on those specific dates.
OHMIGOSH, less than a half hour to go. Time for a bathroom stop before the fun begins.
On December 1st, all of the campsites in the state of California (in the state system) are up for grabs. This hasn't always been a big deal--once you got on...yes...THE PHONE QUEUE. And then it used to be worse--back when the computer system would crash from all the traffic. Now it's just nerve wracking. I am setting up my account now. I started an hour before the lottery begins. Now I am afraid I will get so involved in this or Facebook or maybe I should just buy gift cards at Amazon for the next generation since no one seems to be offering gift suggestions...that I will forget to set my atomic clock (yes, this is serious) and hit the buttons in the right order. Oh my.
Last year while on the island, there was a nice fellow with a child or two who had stolen one of our campsites--er made his reservation before we did--and I said, kiddingly of course, "We hate you." He apologized profusely. We all lived peacefully after I explained the situation and said I was kidding, sort of. He didn't know the importance of our having that campsite year after year on those specific dates.
OHMIGOSH, less than a half hour to go. Time for a bathroom stop before the fun begins.
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