HOWEVER, that being said the only times that I had been camping growing up was when my family would take week-long trips to the Keys. We always stayed in a camper and the campground was equipped with a laundromat, showers, restrooms, pool and gameroom. NEVER, had I camped in a tent...before this occasion. Ben and I loaded up his Acura Integra with our brand-spanking new tent, air mattress and other camping supplies and headed to Fort Pickens Campground.
Clearly, novices, we got there after dark and proceeded to set up camp in the dark with only our headlights to see with. Not the brightest idea! It was a beautiful night, not too hot, not too cold, campfires crackling and neighbors strumming and singing folk rock songs. We drifted off to sleep with the gentle breeze blowing.
And THEN, the rain came. First a drizzle, then a trickle, then a steady stream and then an outright downpour. Lightening bolts lit up the night sky like fireworks and thunder pounded all around us. The rain came, and came, and came. As I laid there waiting for a huge pine tree limb to fall square on our tent or the water to come pouring in the tent. I thought to myself, "should I survive this torrential storm, I.....WILL....NEVER....GO.....CAMPING.....AGAIN"! And dadgum it, I haven't gone back on my word, yet. Fortunately, our tent withstood the water and no limbs fell upon our pretty little heads that night. But it did take us several days to dry out.
Still, the suggestion has crossed Ben's lips a time or two. And I realize, as Jack gets older, that one day, I will probably be dragged on a blasted camping trip again. For now....I hope that backyard camp outs will suffice (and I will get to stay snuggled, safe and dry in my own bed).
The boys all ready for their backyard camping trip.
Remember best to start as a BOY SCOUT not a CLUB SCOUT. Dad's do most of the Boy Scout stuff. Mom's do most of the Club scout stuff.
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