This past weekend we went camping with a few friends at a provincial park not far outside of Ottawa. While the weather was gorgeous (and I mean truly beautiful, drive-with-the-windows-down kind of summer weather) it was an interesting experience for two people who haven't really camped before.
Things got off to a bit of a rough start early on.
When I say we don't camp I mean, we really aren't campers. For example, we brought a ten-man tent for the two of us and Cliff to sleep in. We could have fit all six of us plus our three dogs into this one tent, that's how big it was. Don't ask why we had such a big tent...it was something we inherited that I'm pretty sure we had no business even trying to put together.
That was mistake number one.
Four highly educated adults attempted to set said tent up for about an hour-and-a-half.
Not only was it an oversized tent, it was a giant disaster.
So during the whole tent debacle (that ended with me almost in tears and Mike almost pulling his hair out), we were trying to not trip over three dogs who were tied to stakes on the campsite (dogs were allowed on the campground but they had to be tied down). Add three tents, one of which was probably 15 square feet, six adults and three cars into the mix and you end up with one dog fight and Cliff with a bloody ear.
That was mistake number two.
Now I would like to be a "life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it" type of person as much as the next girl. But we were hot. And fed up. And mad at each other that we had a ridiculous tent and because one of us wasn't watching the dog. And it just seemed like more work then it was worth. Sometimes you try really, really hard to go with the flow, but sometimes you have to throw your hands up and be happy for just making an effort.
Our tent was still in a pile of jumbled zipper fly and mismatched poles and of course we didn't have any first aid supplies (why would I think to pack something sensible like that?!) so we rolled both the need for a new tent and Bactine into one trip into town.
We tried to take a deep breath and when we returned with our new four-man tent and bandaged dog most of Saturday was gone, but luckily things went a bit smoother from that point on.
It turns out I love sleeping outside - and I remembered what it's like to sleep in complete darkness and quiet... so different from what you become accustomed to when you live in town. And don't the best conversations happen around campfires? It also helped that we were in such lovely company - am I right when I say, there's something about going camping and being all in it together? Although we all agreed if we thought it difficult and hectic with dogs, it might take awhile until we'd be doing it with kids :)
At then end of the weekend we were tired.
And I have poison ivy all over my feet.
And Cliff was a pig pen ball of dust (he basically just rolled in the dirt for 8 hours). And we had about 10 loads of laundry to do (from one night?! how do people do this for weeks at a time?)
And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I would do it again.
....... Probably just gonna wait until next summer though.
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