Sunday, September 19, 2010

"Camping is the BEST part of life"

Before kids, I slept in a hammock in a Nicaraguan jungle for three days.  Hiked the Grand Canyon and slept under the stars.  Backpacked in Europe and stayed in ill-advised places.  Camped with Steve.  Loved every bit of it. 

Then along came children, and camping (sans grandparental support) just didn't sound that awesome. Primarily, I refused to camp when any of our offspring were 18 months old.  Or fly to Europe when they were 18 months old, too, but that's another blog post. 

Now they have all successful aged out of 18 months old (phew!), and so we tried a practice tenting session. 

By practice, I mean:

- It was only 10 minutes from home.

- There was a Trader Joe's within driving distance.  

- There was little-to-no chance of bears.

- Fully equipped bathrooms were right across the street.

I thought I'd need those things, but then, we set up the tent.  And suddenly, pre-children Sarahbeth came flooding in.  I could have been told everything we owned burned down and we needed to live in our tent...and I'd have felt so relieved.  Ecstatic, even.

I could do it again with no tent, no bathrooms, nothing.  In fact, the civilization part of the campsite was the biggest drawback.  I'll dig my own hole for bodily functions - but when there's another person's tent 20 feet away, suddenly there's peer pressure to be civilized. ;)

This is definitely going to become a major part of our life.  In fact, I reserved another round 2 weeks from now.  We took a vote and it was unanimous. Even Simone was shouting joyfully: "Go camping AGAIN?!"

Jack said, "Camping is the BEST part of life."  And Andrew just kept wandering around the campsite saying things like: "This is SO awesome.  This tent is SO awesome.  This fire is SO awesome." Etc, etc. 

Apparently, it was a hit all around.

Next up, a Nicaraguan rain forest.  Just kidding.  Next up is Cherrystone.  Hahaha!  And then we'll try our hand at False Cape, once we're up for the 6 mile hike in (with all our supplies on our back).

Baby steps, right?