“Mom, camping is not a date; it’s an endurance test.
If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.”
“It always rains on tents.
Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.”
We are going camping this weekend and I am jittery with excitement. Yes, it’s winter, the skies are full of dark clouds and the forecast is rain but I’m STILL excited, cuz, baby, we’re going camping!!!
I love camping. Nay, I adore it. Just the word camping makes me feel slightly giddy and my mind sparkles with images of pine forests and foggy mornings and sunbeams glittering across the water.
I know that in three days I will be willing to give nearly anything for a hot shower and a heater and a cooking implement that doesn’t billow smoke in my eyes, but today I am practically beaming with happiness and anticipation.
I can’t wait to make cheese in a cast iron pot over the fire, to sizzle up a pan of bacon and sausages and eggs first thing in the morning, to snuggle down under layers of quilts in the tent at night.
I can’t stop smiling when I think of sitting around the table with my dear friends munching on almonds and dried fruit, cookies and grapes, visiting happily with our hands wrapped tightly around mugs filled with hot tea and coffee.
Most of all I’m looking forward to the camp at nightfall, gathering around the fire to roast marshmallows or just gaze into the mesmerizing flames, swapping stories and jokes, sipping homemade mead that the bloke next to us brings every year.
Now it’s time to tuck in that last bag of marshmallows, grab my pillow, and make sure the camera is charged.
It’s going to be a great weekend.
What are you looking forward to? xo