Wednesday, July 14, 2010

camptacular

I did, indeed, go camping yet again despite my vehement assertion that


I just read this brilliantly descriptive post at Practice of Madness about her recent venture into the wilderness. Interestingly, she experienced many things I have during a camping trip - getting lost, driving where most vehicles shouldn't be driving, being cold, feeling fury at the love of one's life - yet she was remarkably positive in her retelling. Generally, I take the martyr route when recounting my tales of being in Hell the woods. There is just so much this princess cannot take about such an outing.

Right after school was out this summer, Stu & I packed the kids plus a friend for each (to keep them company if/when we had to send them away from camp for bickering) into my Multi-Activity Vehicle [notminivan], which was equipped with a storage box on top and a trailer behind. If I am to give up precious summer vacation time to getting dirty and stinky and missing True Blood, I will have pillows and chairs and books and decent dishes and lots of good food & drinks.

We drove 3 1/2 hours southeast to a place that I was under the impression gets warm in the middle of June as it is called "High Desert." Well. I left 60 degree overcast weather so I guess 70 degrees was an improvement but I was glad I brought layers. Of course that didn't mean I refrained from complaining about the chilly evening, followed by complaining about the campfire smoke burning my eyes when I tried to sit five inches from the flames. Pretty starry skies what?

My joys in camping mainly come from watching people I love enjoying camping - the kids relish the freedom of riding their bikes around the campground with walkie-talkies; Stu feels all manly and capable collecting wood, starting & maintaining the fire, and cooking meals. (He once felt all manly and capable setting up the tent but I long ago squashed that quaint tradition by requesting a cabin or yurt at the campsite).

What do I do on this 'vacation'? I do my best to not bitch incessantly about the situation, I keep our supplies tidy & organized, I read a lot [I try to appreciate the Being in Nature thing by reading outside], and I take pictures. And if I'm allowed to be a truly bad mom, I will write blog entries or post updates & photos on Facebook.

We have one more excursion planned for this summer (because I so love my family! And hope this earns me points toward more momcentric trips to places where I don't have to sleep near dirt and get to shower daily), and I will try to look harder at the bright side like the author at Practice of Madness.

Stay tuned for notes from Cape Disappointment.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

you are a much better mom than I...Cape Dissappointment sounds fraught with um er...you know?
karolyn

Hairline Fracture said...

Yes, you are nicer than I am...I always say that for me, roughing it is no room service. Fortunately for me, my husband doesn't really like camping either. But Miss Pink went on her first Girl Scout camping trip and LOVED it.

Janet said...

My Mom never liked camping either, but she went along with it for Dad and us kids.

Jenn@ You know... that blog? said...

The older I get, the less I like being inconvenienced. But like you, I want my family to have these experiences and fun, so...

We all know why we do it, right?? ;)

Anonymous said...

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Can you share some tips with me please? I would be ever so grateful!

yogurt said...

now me? I love the camping. Love love the outdoors. Love love love slurping tasty drinks camp fire side. But the packing? H.A.T.E. Many years the hate wins out over the love.

apathy lounge said...

I, too, avoide camping. I don't mind sweating or athletic exertion in the least. I like yard work and hiking, etc. But once it's all said and done I need a shower. And a clean bed where I won't be sweating profusely.

Lacking any of that? Alcohol, my friend. And plenty of it.

Yarni Gras! said...

came over from very mary's....I think camping is fine as long as I can find a place with cabins! does that count? ha!

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