How often do you have to run from bees?

Ok this blog is dedicated to Alagna cuz I havent talked to her in hella days.

So... this past weekend I went to Tahoe with the Andy's family. We stayed at Fallen Leaf Camping grounds and Fallen leaf Lake was like 100 feet away from us. There was actually a bear sighting right at our site the day before we got there and I was super excited to see a bear. Everyone else was scared...and they thought I was weird. Whatever. On the last night there was one that was crashing a dumpster at the site next to us. Pretty cool. But i never got to see one.

So anyway it was really cool becuase we were surrounded by trees and the air was clear and dry. I got to hug the trees and smell the trees. I knew my jeffreys, ponderosas and sugars.And I even got to sleep in a tent!
The crazy thing though - for some reason, according to the Hansens, camping means sitting around in chairs, reading magazines and newspapers amongst the trees. HELLOOOOOO!!! Can we please go hiking or something!?!?! And then wats up with not making/eating breakfast until like HOURS after everyone wakes up?!? and then skipping Lunch!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!

For a while I thought i was in the twilight zone or something. I thought I was gonna puke! my body was so outta wack.
my usual eating schedule: breakfast 5-15 minutes after i wake up.(anything past an hour slows ur metabolism. same goes for skipping meals.) Lunch. Dinner.

Yes people, I said it. three meals a day. Believe it!

But the first day was cool cuz i got to go on the tram/ gondola thing and that was so awesooome

I went with Andy, Dan and Kaila. They're all afraid of heights so I don't really know if they liked it or not. Kaila was just talking and saying -blah blah blah this is freaky, oh but its fun blah blah blah. You could tell she was scared. Andy and Dan were mostly silent. You could tell they were scared. They all just sat the whole time. I was standing up and walking around, looking at the rocky, tree covered ground as we went up, up, up the mountain. And then there was a Zip-Line once you get to the top. I HELLA wanted to do that. But it was really expensive. Next time...next time. Of course everyone thought I was insane.

Why do people think that the most awesome things are so scary? I just dont get it? Maybe I am a freak. I dont know.
NO! I am not a freak! They're the boring ones! right?
Oh well.
Not only were the meals seamingly scarce, but when there was a meal, it was basically all MEAT! Yup, goodbye vegetarianism. Hello stomach full of questionable meat products. Such as the chicken shaped like animals. How can i trust a piece of chicken shaped like a cow?

The next day it was really windy so we didnt go to the beach. Instead we went to the Tallac Estates. Its basically a huge property full of fancy old cabins that rich people would stay in for the summer way back when. Its pretty ridiculous. The rich people had their cabins. The servants had their own cabins. hell, even the gardeners had their own cabins. The only room I really liked was a small room in the main house and it was dedicated to the Washoo people. It was pretty cool. I knew that they called Tahoe- Da Ow, but I learned that they called the lake Da Ow a ga. And they called the white people who invaded De oh bo...i think. It was actually really sad. Their people went from 3100-500 in 50 years. Horrible.

Ok so I guess it must have been later that day. This was the most excitement I had on the entire trip. Grandpa Ralf told me about a cool bridge that was on a trail down the lake. So me and Andy decided to go there and take pictures. And of course we brought along our handy dandy walking sticks. he named his Shamoo and mine was Lucky. Don't really know why. So we get to the bridge and take some (hopefully good) pictures. The bridge actually goes over a sorta dam that connects the Lake to a little creek. And i wanna walk down the side of the creek. So we leave our walking sticks by the bridge (dont really know why)and we go off trail down the creek and it is really beautiful. I saw a crawdad too! it was huge! And we eventually come across a real dam made of an old giant rotting tree and other pieces of rotting wood. It was getting hot so I took off my sweatshirt and tied it around my waste like a dork. Andy trudges over all of it and goes to the other side. I was having difficulties and I recall him wanting me to go over to him. So here I am struggling to get over all this old wood. I remember there was this one huge ant near me and it was creepy. but I got over it and eventually jumped on the rotten wood before hitting the ground. and thats when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. they were agitated and they were swarming.
I think Andy originally stepped on the nest and by the time I got over there, they were all angry and went after ME! Its too bad we ruined their home though :(
Maybe if we brought Lucky along things would have been different.
I started walking away and thats when I felt stings on my back and buzzing all around me. I guess I started to tell Andy that bees were chasing me. I dont really remember saying that, but Andy does. he even thought I was kidding cuz I guess I sounded really calm or something. So I ripped my sweatshirt off and I started running. I tripped (of course) and fell on my side. I really don't remember much after that. Getting up running some more. I don't remember what the terrain was like or where I was even going. I remember stopping once in a while for Andy to flick the bees off of my back and stomach and being in complete terror.
Once we got back on the trail I was still really shaky and it felt like they were still stinging me. there was blood all over my left hand and I think I remember one of them being on my hand and I had to flick it off. But i'm pretty sure the blood was from falling. There was a big scrape below my elbow on my right arm that was bleeding pretty good too. Random cuts and bruises later appeared on my side and a huge lump still remains above my knee. Its all ugly and bruised up now.
It was funny because on the way back Andy thanked me for not freaking out. But i WAS freaking out. I was still freaked out. That was the scariest experience of my life! We finally got back to the camp and everyone was gone but Cherie and grandma. They were all at the store, so they got me some peroxide and bactine for everything. So we jumped in the rv and I took off my shirt to let the medical fun begin. Dr. Andy helped me dowse myself with peroxide and then smeared baking soda paste all over my back. We later distinguished that they were probably yellow-jackets because you can see a lot of bites/stings for every inflamed blob on my back. Thank god I'm not alergic.
Andy never got stung once.
I tried to take a nap and Andy and Grandpa Ralf went to get my sweatshirt that we had to leave behind. What they said was pretty suprising when they came back. I guess is was over a good mile where ever we were and the ground was really difficult to walk on. It was also a pretty good incline and there were trees everywhere. I honestly don't remember any of that. I don't even really remember running that much becuase I usually remember how irritating it is feeling my boobs bounce. I think that I have inherited whatever that is that my mom has. Blocking/stopping memory during tramatic experiences. Evolutionary defense mechanism? Maybe.
Moral of the story: respect nature and always be aware of your surroundings.

Maybe mother nature was getting back at me for putting plastic in the fire.

Lucky and Shamoo were never found.

All things considered, it was a pretty fun trip.

So there you have it kids. My very first camping experience.

Namaste