There & Back Again. A Camper’s Tale.

Saturday, November 28th, 2009 at 8:59 pm

Camping.

painstakingly set up a tent
work hard to prepare food
smell like campfire smoke, take shower, go back and sit by the campfire again. Rinse. Repeat.
pee outside in the middle of the freezing night after tossing for a determined-not-to-get-up hour
toss and turn on a hard ground or not so hard but no more comfortable air mattress
get a horrible night’s sleep
wake up needlessly early to an icicle-hanging-from-my-eyelash morning where warmth is an impossible-to-get-going-fire away I’m sitting in the van with the heat on thankyouverymuch.

There is a reason I don’t have a tent set up in the backyard.

Number one, that would be dumb. To think I would really stay all the cold night long inside my tent when the only thing between me and my nice, warm, comfortable bed is a door…

That’s absurd.

Number two, number one should be enough.

But just got back from 3 nights of camping – and it was so much fun.

Because I really. enjoy. camping.

Now, we did cheat this time, getting our hands on a 32 foot camper trailer. However, we do normally tent camp. Ryan said on our way home today that tent camping is easier and he thinks we might just want to stick with that from here on out. And although we were warmer than our tent camping friends I have to admit to being a little sad we weren’t tenting it along with them.

Now we’re home. I’m cold. I’m tired. I’ve got a mess of camping paraphernalia stacked in curiously designed piles in my living room. Our cat missed us way too much.

I really like camping but I’m so glad to be home. I’ll be posting more on this unbelievably blessed Thanksgiving.

Just give me a second to sleep…