This summer the kids and I had our first-ever “real” camping trip. As in we had to pitch our own tent, had sleeping bags, air mattresses. As in we built a campfire, had smores, cooked our own food on portable stoves, washed the dishes with water that had to be carried over from the tap at the end of our camp ground. Real camping with raccoons who would tear into my bag of chips in the middle of the night and crunch away. Waking up in the middle of the night needing to use the washroom and it’s pitch dark outside. Good thing my husband offered to walk with me to the washroom up the road from our site. Loose stones and dry leaves crunching underfoot, with flashlights to light our way.
It was quite the experience for me and the kids. I’m not one for roughing it out, but I survived “two nights in the wild,” I like to say. My nephew helped with washing the dishes. Josh helped with making scrambled eggs. The kids had fun. I had fun. For two nights, it was fun. Not sure if I can do more nights, though. I was so happy to be back home and have a decent shower and be back on comfortable beds.
Josh will be going to camp again soon. With his classmates. I’m sure it won’t be as ‘rough’ as what we did back in Canada, but it will be close. They will be sleeping in tents and having cold showers. But apart from that, I think most other things are catered for. He is looking forward to it and I know they will all have fun. And us? We will be missing him.
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