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Have you ever been camping?

Oh I have been camping…

I have camped in many famously beautiful places. I have enjoyed many camping moments, and truly I love nature , but I’ll admit, I’m not much of a camper. Campers know things. Maybe they grew up camping? I did not. We had a cottage. We stayed in hotels. I never saw my father build a fire, or fish or hike Or even wear a wrinkled shirt. I didn’t grow up learning any basic survival skills.

I remember every camping trip I’ve been on because of all the extremes.

Fun can turn on a dime. Weather in the mountains is unpredictable. Just because it’s a sunny warm day, doesn’t mean your water won’t freeze solid over night. Being in the rain makes every tent , (even the nice ones from REI) feel flimsy and inadequate. When the sun goes down it gets really dark. After the fire goes out, there are many many long cold and extremely dark hours to endure before it comes back up again. A headlamp is key, I didn’t know this for most of my years.

Campers know what to do with themselves. They don’t get bored because there are things to do, if you know what you’re doing. Camping with a baby and/or toddlers does pass the time, you do have somethings to focus on, but unfortunately most camping fun is a little dangerous. And dirty. No amount of baby wipes can get a crawling baby clean after one afternoon near a fire pit. Once they discover one, you can not keep them out. Unless there’s a fire in it. My kids had that Margaret Mead sense about a few things. My boys climbed out of any pack and play thing and easily transitioned to trees or fencing pretty early into babyhood. Some kids just love to climb, mine all did long before they could walk. So I spent many camping days running and plucking them out of one crazy thing after another. A head light would have come in handy back then.

Camping with teenagers kept me busy as well. Just feeding them was an all day adventure. Cook, clean up, cook, clean up, get the snacks out of the bear box, put the snacks back in the bear box, cook again, clean up again, then everyone wants s’mores. Huge clean up in the dark. Again with the headlamp. (G and I took eight teenagers camping for two nights. Afterwards he called his mom to thank her for all the work he never noticed her doing on camp outs when he was a kid). We were both exhausted afterward, but it was kinda fun.

Real campers can sleep. How they do this well past dawn is a mystery. I measured how many days I could camp by how many nights I could go without sleep. I was better at it during the baby years. Three. I could feasibly endure three nights without sleeping, I knew this because of the stomach flu again with little kids. After three nights, I can’t promise a good attitude. I hear of people camping longer, but without kids to distract me, I’m not sure I could manage my brain for all those hours.

Also, it seems that I prefer a real bathroom with a less outdoorsy shower.

I’ve had some fun camping adventures. I don’t regret any of them, though I never really mastered the art. I always wanted to be like one of those bohemian girls who are good at being coolly bored. They are usually great in any burning man kind of experience, I wasn’t born with that level of outdoorsy coolness. Or even a campers constitution. I like comfort. I do better in comfort. I do enjoy a trail run or walk or ‘hike’ but then I like a hot shower a nice meal and a comfortable bed.