September 28, 2011

My Experience Camping

I've mentioned before - I am a complete city girl. Plain & Simple. Don't get me wrong - I love a good hike, day outdoors, etc. However, I am afraid, camping and I just don't get along.

I knew when I married Tyler that he and his friends had been on many camping trips and that he loved it. Tyler and I even when with a bunch of friends when we first started dating on a camping trip. And, apparently, I didn't remember how terrible it really was.

My only stipulation for this trip - there HAD to be restrooms. Well, and s'mores.

We had the trip planned for weeks. We were going with some good friends of ours. We got everything we needed including sleeping bags, tents, chairs, and s'mores materials.

It rained the entire week before the night we went. We had brought everything BUT firewood. Even though our many times around the camp grounds in search of wood- there was no dry wood. Therefore, our fire struggled the entire night.

Also, since we went to an actual camp grounds where there were bathrooms - so did two youth groups with approx 50 people each. Just imagine the late night high school flirting that came with this.

It was finally time to go to sleep - or the lack thereof. I'm laying in the tent on probably the most uncomfortable piece of ground to ever exist. Then, wait for it... a car alarm goes off several times at 2:00 AM. Then about 5:00 AM there was the bird in the tree above our tent sending out the mating calls to it's fellow lover a few trees over. I think it would be safe to say I got maybe 2 hours of sleep total.

By morning, I was so unbelievably sore and thought fondly of my bed that I take for granted every night.

Needless to say, it is going to be a while before I decide to go camping again. And believe me when I say, I will be taking an air mattress the next time.

The up side: We had a great time hanging out with our friends, The Shells!

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