Choosing a campsite can make or break the camping experience, and I believe I picked the perfect one. My parents' backyard. There is a nearby pond, a fire pit, and a bathroom. Like I said, it was perfect.
My parents were out of town for the week, and my mom was quite worried about us being in such close proximity to the local wildlife, i.e. deer, beavers, and the local woodchuck. I told her we would be prepared to defend ourselves and just take our chances. When we pulled into the driveway and looked upon our campsite, the first thing I saw was a wild turkey. That's right, dinner. Somehow, he eluded us while we were unloading the car, and we were back to hot dogs. But first, to the pond!
As Becca and I wandered over to the fire pit, I proceeded to brag to her that I had received the award of "Best Campfire Builder" when I was 12 at girls camp. (Yes, my friends, this is foreshadowing.) There was a ton of debris already in the pit, and I knew starting the fire would be a piece of cake. Here I am at the business end of a lighter.
A considerable amount of time had passed in which no apparent progress had been made, yet the children looked on with unshaken confidence.
Okay, so I never could get it started. But luckily, a mountain man emerged from the foliage and got a respectable fire going. (Thanks Mike!) At last we were able to enjoy an authentic, campfire-roasted hot dog (blackened and covered in ash).
The next item of business was "putting up the tent". My dad offered to set it up for us before he left town, but no no! I wanted the girls to get that feeling of accomplishment that comes after we've worked hard. I think Becca got that feeling, but as you can see below, it didn't really happen for me.
So. I'm not exactly sure what went wrong, or why Becca's tent looked so awesome, and mine looked so... not awesome. But am I a quitter?! H*ck no! The tent came down and I started over from scratch. I'm sure you will agree, the second attempt was much better:
This wicked profile shot about made me wet myself.
It may not have been pretty, but it was shelter! I generously allowed all the little girls to sleep together in this tent, while I shared Becca's with her.
After this we all went swimming in the pool - Becca, Kaylynn, Kate, Faith, Me, and my gigantic belly. There is no photographic evidence of this. You can thank me later.
It was way past bedtime when we finished swimming, but there was no way we were going to bed without s'mores. The fire had gone out, and I asked if anyone would be too disappointed of we went inside and cooked our s'mores in the microwave. I know, pretty pathetic. But once again, the kids didn't seem to mind!
At last it was time for bed. We tucked the girls in, and I endeavord to bore them to sleep by telling them a story about the life cycle of an acorn. They indeed thought it was very lame, but it didn't make them more tired.
After several trips to the bathroom, a panic attack that the moon had disappeared, and a general insomnia that was very unevenly distributed, everyone but Kate ended up in the mom tent. She turned out to be the lucky one that actually slept most of the night. But as I lay there wondering when this night would finally end, the birds let me know that morning had broken at last. One bird in particular. I wish I could have seen outside the window, because I could have sworn that it was the chocolate eating giant, Kevin. And he was right outside our tent.
We had a great time, but by the next day, my girls agreed that we don't really need to go camping again. Fine by me.