20 day countdown until our Annual Camping Trip.
Lists are being made, supplies and gear are being checked and I still need to find a
house chicken sitter and come up with a budget for it all.
I just read a dear friend's blog wherein she
whines writes about the lousy trip she just had camping. I was completely empathizing until I read this part, "Maybe it was the weird boy peeking in the windows at the showers. Hold the phone, I thought, people get to camp with showers???
We camp on one of the most wonderful places on God's earth, Washburn Island.
It is an annual ritual going back many years to camp there with some of our church family. It is the only place and time that our kids ( and the dog) get to be "free range" kids. Running in packs they and their friends are free to roam, swim, play, explore, kayak, walk, run, and just be kids. They come swarming about when their blood sugar gets low to refuel and then they are off again.
This is the entire reason I go out there every year where there is absolutely NO running water and the ultimate in eco-friendly camping, the composting toilet. For weeks. Bathing is generally accomplished most efficiently by leaving a gallon jug of water in the sun in the morning and pouring it here and there, soaping up and rinsing. We have had camping showers up in the past but really, those bags are too heavy to lift for most of us, so the gallon jug is my preferred option. Apparently, my dear friend camps where there is not only running water but showers, with hot and cold running water!!!!
My friend then
grouses writes, "Or the man who had to land his catamaran right on the beach where we were swimming."
I'm immediately reminded of some of the more charming folks who were camping near us last year. In particular, the heavy drinker who came up the trail between our sites and took a dump right there in the trail, hairy rear sticking out for all our girls to see!!!! We reported this appalling behavior to the young rangers, who promptly got the old one and then made fun of him as he thoroughly investigated this "scat".
Continuing on, her blog further
complains mentions, "Or the mosquitoes that worked overtime.." Yeah, we have those too, and these.
And the stings hurt like crazy! There have been more than a few injuries over the years caused by these Lion's Mane Jellyfish. We used a vinegar and water solution last year to little avail, this year we will try a baking soda and water poultice to remove venom left in skin after rinsing with tons of salt water. Someday something ought to work.
She wrote that her sunscreen didn't work, I feel badly about that. Talk about lousy, you faithfully apply the stuff like you are supposed to and it failed. No good. Hope the burn wasn't too bad. I keep hats and t-shirts on my kids a lot of the time. Otherwise they will fry. I loved this look on our youngest last year, she stole my
In the end, my friend writes the following, Camping, I will give you another chance next week. I know, I am a glutton for punishment or someone with serious short term memory loss. It's for the children. I'll keep telling myself that."
Bless your heart Terri, I hear you. The things we do for love. For instance, this year I am trying to figure out how to bring the cat as well as the dog. I hope your next trip is better dear friend.
I am looking forward to going out there again, spending quality time with my family and some very dear friends. Every year there are new adventures, new stories and new anecdotes to add to the legend that is Camping.