When Laura and I first met we did quite a bit of “recreational camping” as some of the more pretentious campers will call it. This is basically drive to a camp site with all your stuff and unload a mini version of your house on to the site. Water is readily available and firewood can be delivered to your site. It’s fun and really the only good option if you have little kids (under 4). Some of our destinations were -
Another big difference is the there is a lot more walking (hiking if you’re in the woods) when you do the more rugged type of camping.
Anyway we stayed at Newport Park in Door County WI.
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On Friday afternoon we arrived ready to get strap on the packs and see if we (Jack had a pack too) could handle it. One of the challenges with this sort of thing is bringing in your own water, it’s really heavy. So I was the water mule for the majority of the trip. Not because I’m Mr.Tough Guy but because I’m Mr. Obsessive Compulsive Workout Guy. Getting the water (3.4 mile round trip) would feed the monkey on my back.
We made it to camp the first night without a problem. Some of us were a little disappointed that the beach was not sandy or even rocky for that matter. It had more of a “tons of algae washed up on the shore and was rotting” kind of look. It didn’t really bother me too much… until later.
Right when we arrived Laura began putting the tent up and Jacknut and I started gathering firewood. Mostly sticks and a couple nice thick branches were around. I had my eye on an old dried up (aged) stump but left it for later. We had a great meal and cleaned the dishes using our precious water.




After dinner Laura and Jack went for a walk. Then I got to work on this huge stump. Me being a male and quite a pigheaded one at that I was not going to let a stump get the best of me. I reefed on that SOB until she popped out of the ground roots and all. My grand plan - Burn this sucker. It will burn all night long.
I threw the huge stump (cedar) onto the fire and started to burn off the roots and stuff so I could eventually get the whole stump into the pit and then we would have a sweet fire. About 45 minutes into the trimming process we decided to go to bed. I pulled the stump out and threw some dirt on it. The flames were quenched and all we had was a smoking log. We read a story and got ready for bed.
Just before bedding down for the evening I decided to check on the log. As I peer out the window I see flames. Orange and yellow flames just ripping through that dry stump. I figured I’ll take out this fire once and for all and I just dumped our water on it. As well as some well aimed urine from Jack. There, that should surely take care of this pesky fire. Back into the tent we go hoping to catch some shut eye.
About 20 minutes later that damn fire started again. Since we had no more water I decided to take the ultimate approach to extinguishing this beast of a fire. THROW THE STUMP INTO LAKE MICHIGAN.
I put on my new Rafters sandals and dragged that log through the nasty slimy algae and tossed it into about 18 inches of water. Now we can rest in peace. There is no way that fire can give us anymore trouble.
At about 1:30 AM that night Laura started hearing the crackling of a campfire. She got out of the tent only to see the cursed log on fire while sitting there in 18 inches of water. The inside of the stump was like a kiln! The fire actually burned a hole all the way through the stump and formed a sort of Chimney that just would NOT give up. Laura finally went out into the lake and splashed about 40 gallons of water on it until there was nothing left but a water logged, hollow log sitting there in the lake.
Here is a photo of the log. It was about 12 inches in diameter

The next morning I ran back to the ranger station and scored some fresh water while Laura cooked up some great breakfast.
After breakfast we had a nice long hike to Sandy Beach about 6 clicks north of our campsite. The algae attacked this part of the lake too but no biggie. It’s too cool to swim here anyway.








The next day we drove into town and took in some of the sites and had some excellent chow at the Door County Deli. We also drove over to another beach.












On the last night Jack and I planned on having the greatest fire in all of camping history. We gathered tons of good sized branches so we could have a nice warm fire. It gets pretty chilly at night. Plus we needed some fire for smores. In the process of breaking up some branches “Meathead John” took over my body. He decided to smash a branch on a tree in order to break it into more manageable pieces. After a good solid connection with the tree a small bit of shrapnel flew toward Laura’s new tent and ripped a hole in the rain fly. I felt terrible. Both astonished and ashamed at the same time. How that hell does this happen???




It was a really nice fire and Laura read Jack and me Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh for quite a while. It was a great night.
If we weren’t walking in the woods we were probably climbing the boulders along the lake shore. This was Jack’s favorite part of the trip I think. He really likes jumping from boulder to boulder
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The next morning we packed up and headed for Grandma and Grandpa Kaufmann’s. All is good.