These are just my reactions to roughing it. The story gets worse or better depending on your point of view. Our first night there we went to bed around 10:30. We put all of our food in the tent except for the cooler. I locked it! I purposefully locked the cooler so that no critters could get into it. Then we got in the tent. I forgot pillows. Ugh, I, the woman who cannot sleep without 4 pillows each with their set purpose, was going to have to sleep with no pillow.
We started to get out breakfast and cook (discovered I forgot cooking utensils). Hmmm, I thought I latched the cooler. Oh well, maybe not. Oh, where did our English muffins go? And the left over hamburgers from the night before-- Darned little monsters. They unlocked the cooler and raided our food. I was a little peeved now.
We slept much sounder that night and our cooler was in the van. All of our blankets were damp but we were tired enough for it not to matter.
This morning we sat around the fire and Olivia (here is where I have rubbed off on her) asked me a funny question (one I actually had considered myself in varying degrees). "Mommy, do you have a broom with you?" Me-- "No, why?" Olivia-- "Well, I just thought I would sweep up a little around here."
As we were packing, Ernie was taking down our cots and he made a funny comment about my 6 blankets. He wondered what I did with six blankets and what I would do if it were cold. I thought he knew I was high maintenance. He learned something about me after 10 years of marriage. Heehee, all I can do is laugh.
Well, after a crazy couple of days being "one with nature" our family returned home. I am in the middle of heaps of laundry and I have already bathed the dogs. I feel I need to dip myself in some hand sanitizer or a bleach filled tub, but overall the trip was chocked full of memories. I think that was my goal. Our first fight, our first storm in a tent, our first dealings with raccoons--Lots of firsts.
So like picking the meat off of the carcass of a rotisserie chicken, I will do it even though I do not like it. The trip was fun for the kids and Ernie. Next time, I will just be a little less expectant of cleanliness, I'll take hand sanitizer and pillows and cooking utensils and plaster on my happy camper smile.
The really neat playground.
The Chronicles of Narnia Story trail.
I think he is wondering if the packing tape will hold (which is patching our enormous hole).
Below the center.
The center of the ceiling.
The puddle in the chair after the rain.
The night hike.
Breakfast of champs... graham crackers.
There was a ledge about a 2 foot drop down to where the dogs were tied up. Everytime Elvis wanted to go down (notice they are attached) he would jump down and Kiki would unknowingly fly to meet him. These posh-puppies were as bad as me about not wanting to get dirty.