Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Yeah, I'll do it again...

Last weekend, I sucked it up. Every last drop of it. I had been dreading dreading dreading taking Zach on a camping trip. Would he try to play too close to the fire? Would he sleep okay in a tent? Would he be too cold? Those were just a few of my long list of concerns. Not only did I dread taking Zach, I just really enjoy sleeping in my soft bed. No bugs, no bears, no dirt. But we went and I pretended to be happy about it. We went with our friends Kyle and Staci. They are big campers so I felt comfortable going with them.  Zach fell asleep okay, for being in the forest. We brought a whole bag full of blankets so he wouldn't be too cold. And he was great with the fire. So far, so good.

After Zach went to bed we made a peach cobbler in this amazing oven made out of a box Staci made. Warm peach cobbler around a cozy campfire? I was starting to warm up to the camping thing... We stayed up talking until midnight. I tried to figure out what Kyle and Staci do when they go camping by themselves. They explained that they talk and read books but I am still having a hard time understanding. I love to read books on my couch. Either way, by the end of the night, with a belly full of cobbler, I was warming up to the idea of camping.

In the morning we made breakfast around the campfire. Forget the oatmeal, we were making made the best breakfast burritos on a fire (besides Zach throwing a handful of dirt and rocks into the pan). This was my kind of camping. We went on a walk around the campsite area and played a few card games before packing up. I had to admit to myself that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Zach had fun playing in dirt and with our friend's dogs. I was actually pretty relaxed and the mountains smelled good.

I am so not a nature girl. But as much as I hate to admit this, I actually enjoyed camping and won't dread the next trip as much.





1 comment:

Jon said...

Be careful; you might get called to be a girls camp person.