Before Matt and I were married, we took a trip to Alaska. We rented a car and drove from Anchorage to Denali, camped for a night, then hiked into the park. We stayed a few nights, then drove further south, camping along the way. We had a 2 person tent, some cozy sleeping bags, and other miscellaneous backpacking gear. He is very comfortable with all things outdoors, and other than a heart-skipping moment with a baby moose who stumbled into our camp site, the trip was fine.
When M was 2 we camped along the Oregon coast for a few nights. We borrowed a slightly larger tent, cooked over the camp fire, and enjoyed days playing in the frigid surf.
We haven't camped since.
But.....after a few backyard sleeps with the old backpacking tent, and an especially memorable Father/Son camp out, I took the plunge and last night we bought a family tent. Ohio has many camp sites within a reasonable distance, including the impressive Hocking Hills.
(image from city-data.com)
I know who I am. Let's face it, I enjoy cable TV, hot showers, and air conditioning. But I WANT to be someone who is comfortable camping. I want to pop the tent in 15 minutes or less, know how to start a sizable campfire, whip up a hearty meal using only a frying pan and 3 ingredients, and hike for miles with children in tow. I want to not mind a faceful of wood smoke and grubby hands at the end of the day. I want to recognize (and stay far away from) poison oak, and be awake enough to appreciate the sunrise. So I'm going to try. I may end up sleeping in the car, but I'm going to try.
1 comment:
I am just so thankful that I were introduced to camping out and trailer tents from a
young age. Sure beats residing in horrid hotels!
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