In an effort to slow down a bit and enjoy what’s left of the summer, Mr. Fizz and I went camping up north with two of our friends, K and T, from Sunday to Tuesday.
We had a leisurely drive up north via Rt. 16, and decided to stay at the Jigger Johnson Campground on the Kancamagus Highway. We picked Jigger for two reasons: a) the name is fabulous (and made moreso if you Snoop Dogg-ize it as Jizzigger Jizzohnson) and b) it’s the only campground on the Kanc with flush toilets. Jigger Johnson also has showers, but because these cost $2 for 6 minutes we all elected to wash in the Swift River and stay fairly dirty.
We arrived at the campsite around 3, and K and I immediately set out in search of firewood and a recreational flotation device while the men undertook the manly task of setting up a tarp to cover our tents in case of rain. Due to Mr. Fizz’s erroneous assumption that the closest town (Bartlett) would have both the items on our shopping list, we headed up Bear Notch Rd (a lovely drive) instead of back along the Kanc to Conway. Bartlett, unfortunately, had nothing (except a Josiah Bartlett Elementary School! Ha! West Wing all the way, baby!), so we continued on to Conway via a long and tortuously slow stretch of Rt. 302. Once in Conway we quickly found a $10 River Rat inner tube and headed back along the Kanc to Jizzigger Jizzohnson, where the men were just putting the finishing touches on the most heavily secured tarp in NH. We whiled away the afternoon sitting on the banks of the swift river, and had some scorched hot dogs and potatoes for dinner.
Monday morning we got up bright and early, toasted some bagels, and headed off to Rocky Gorge to do some water sliding. Rocky Gorge was a blast, as usual – the water was at just the right depth to allow us to make use of the natural water slides, and not too deep to make it dangerous. Which of course means that both K and T managed to hurt themselves, and we saw two kids accidentally fall over the bigger waterfalls. K took a few runs down one of the slides and was sidelined with a crunched toe and gashed ankle. T, on the other hand, was an enthusiastic explorer of new routes, which turned out to be his downfall. He decided to try a particularly fast run that ended in a sheer 8 foot waterfall (which in turn ended in about two feet of water); the plan was that he’d yank himself to safety on a ledge that jutted out over the water (mere feet from the waterfall). Of course, the yank to safety didn’t go off as planned, and T went over the waterfall in slow motion. Fortunately the only damage was to his wrist, which was painful to bend. Could’ve been much worse….
After lunch we bundled everyone back into the car and headed to the upper falls, where I spent an hour hiking up the river and tubing back down while T tried some jumps off the cliff below the main waterfall and K and Mr. Fizz read. We headed back to the campsite fairly early as it looked like it was going to rain and we were FREEZING. Or at least I was.
Early dinner, with Mac’n’cheese and yummy salad, s’mores, and off to bed by 10. If only we could do that when at home!
Tuesday morning we broke camp and trooped down to the river to try out a rope swing Mr. Fizz and I had discovered the night before. We all gave it a try – except Mr. Fizz, who took pictures for posterity. Then we headed back to Conway to spend the afternoon at Diana’s Baths. The baths were also in fine form, with just the right amount of water for some dipping (no good waterslides, though!). We trundled from the top of the falls to the bottom and back again, and then packed it in and headed back to civilization.