I must really love my husband and my son.
I actually went camping this past weekend.
You have to understand, I am not an outdoorsy girl. I have never been camping in my life and really don’t understand the allure in pretending to be homeless for a night.
But having kids makes you do strange things, so this weekend my husband and son and I went camping.
It was civilized; we had a camp site and set the tent up right by our car. Our site was also in good proximity to the bathrooms, because I’m sorry, but no way am I peeing in the woods. We had sleeping bags and blankets and even an outdoor air mattress. We were for a brief time; only enough to set up camp, build a fire, cook hot dogs and s’mores, and sleep in the tent. We packed up and went apple and pumpkin picking the next morning. Dare I say it, but I actually had fun! My husband is an Eagle Scout and grew up camping and back packing with his Dad and brothers. While I don’t think I’ll ever love THAT, I did have fun with just one night out in the woods with my boys. And I loved how excited my son was about it. The best part was that a deer came right up into our camp site! Despite my reluctance, we really did have a great time. And the views were gorgeous.
We had such an amazing time and it was a wonderful way to kick off the Fall season.
Do you have any good camping stories?
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