When I was younger, I hated camping and nature. Adults had activity after activity planned. Rest happened on a tarp covering rocks and boulders. I felt dirty the whole weekend.
Camping just wasn’t for me.
Until Roy invited me camping, where we just relaxed in nature.
And now—I go camping on my own.
Living and working in the city, it’s nice to take a break. No electric whir, just nature.
As an adult, there’s so many tasks and assignments I do that don’t provide self-satisfaction. Camping is a hands on experience solely for me.
The Hunt for Highland Cows
Ever since I saw a Highland Cow online, I’ve been in love with them. Angsty-flowy hair, rich colored fur, and a naturally cool attitude, what’s not to love?
I never thought I’d see one in person without traveling somewhere far. One of the Tulip Festival farms advertised have a Highland Cow Meet and Greet, so I had to go.
The Tulip Festival is close but not close enough for the 8:30am meetup time. I decided to camp out at Postcard Cabins Skagit Valley.
I would recommend both experiences for anyone looking for a relaxing PNW Spring.
Campfire cooking has become one of my favorite pastimes–not just because it always ends with s’mores. This trip, I made Pickle Ranch Chicken Skewers, a highlight and repeat I look forward to making again.
Hearing the food sizzle, the fire crack, and the sounds of nature help clear my mind and embrace the moment. The char and flavor on campfire food can’t be produced in pans or over gas.
After cooking and resting, I went to Tulip Valley Farms to meet the Highland Cows.
The cows were a fun experience. We got to brush and pet them. Did you know Highland Cows like eating tulip leaves? I didn’t either, but it was a great way to lure them in for a hug.
The meet and greet was fun. I thought it would be quick, but we got a long time with the cows.
Some of the cows had high energy. They would run around the pen and play. The cows aren’t aware of their size though.
I have another camping trip planned. This next camping trip will just be for disconnecting and relaxing—no cows.