Urban Camping is the new awesome

We have already talked about how urban hiking has taken the place of a honest-to-goodness wooded trail for us here in SF, so it only should make sense that we would also have to turn to urban camping to satisfy our love for the outdoors.

how do you urban camp, you may ask? well. that's what our big flat roof is for.

First we got the gang together in the front living room with a bunch of sleeping bags and warm clothes.


Then we hiked through the kitchen to the storage room...


...opened the back door and went up the narrow, creepy bird poop stairwell to the roof..


...where we put a big blue tarp down and all snuggled together.


one great thing about camping about 2 seconds from your own house is that you can make hot chocolate in a fancy frothing machine and not heat it up over any sort of fire.


we also lit off one pretty hula girl firework, donated to our apartment by my friend john for just such an occasion, even though our friend jeffrey was pretty sure we were going to get arrested and/or light the apt on fire.













after we managed to evade the police and keep from burning our apartment to the ground, there was not much to do other than tell ghost stories and count stars. we are actually probably pretty lucky that no one rolled right off the edge of our roof, because: no handrails!


we woke up a little dewey to a bright clear morning. it is hard to keep sleeping when the sun is out and the train is rumbling by, even when it is only 5:30am. i tried to pretend that i could still sleep in.



good morning, sun!



so we have trains and loud bums instead of bears, but the night was still a little chilly and the ground was still hard. you can't tell me that urban camping like this isnt just as good as sleeping in the sticks any day.

especially because we went downstairs and ate french toast afterwords.